| She Cursed Me with impatience
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| And a need to follow clouds
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| So I find myself in cloud grave yards
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| When the sun is climbing down
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| From my village I gazed out
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| Cross the inky ups and downs
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| To the lobster glowing
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| Sulphur smoking embers of the town
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| I’ll drink your wine
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| With my head inclined
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| I’ll drink your wine
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| Into my mind
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| I threw my coat hanger
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| Onto one of the moons two horns
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| And I watched the hanger slide right off
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| And fall onto the floor
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| I’ll drink your wine
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| With my head inclined
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| I’ll drink your wine
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| Into my mind
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| Our conversations by the pond
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| I wonder if they’re still going on
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| Skimming on the gluey pool
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| Around the church and up through the school
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| Our conversations by the pond
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| Who wonders if they’re still going on
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| Skimming on the glue pool
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| Around the church and up through the school
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| The school
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| She Cursed Me with impatience
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| And a need to follow clouds
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| So I find myself in cloud grave yards
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| When the sun is climbing down
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| From the village I gazed out
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| Cross the inky ups and downs
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| To the lobster glowing
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| Sulphur smoking embers of the town
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| I’ll drink your wine
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| With my head inclined
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| I’ll take your wine
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| And I’ll change my mind |