| Everyone, half as tall
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| All they want, all they wanted and I will try half as hard
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| Now that Herman sing, now that purple twink
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| Little one, turn your head, hear the drone lashing on the sand
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| Listen for passing troops, now of what they sing, tree bop, trick away
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| All light shine underneath
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| Hold their tongues, from their scraping sand
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| One by one grappling, wrapped onto the filet of (???)
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| Midnight sound, reaching out, smile and smile while its crypt to bring
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| With its lace next to hers, time and people will cross to take away
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| Now that they’re all around
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| Greeting lines to wrong innocence
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| Will they ask «Sink or swim»?
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| All with one of what shines, bells shine silver light
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| Everyone, turn your heads, hear the song, that you’ll represent
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| This is warm, shining smiles, now that what they sing, tree bop, trick away |