| In the overgrowth of the underbrush
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| Shone a fossil tooth which I must have dropped
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| Very long ago
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| Which reminded me how we wound up where we are now
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| Right through those trees, I’m not insane
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| That’s where we came into this place
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| And if you squint, if you squint your brain
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| I’ll get my paints and I’ll try to paint
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| Canajoharie
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| Canajoharie
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| Where a front flipper first evolved on the day
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| When a daring mudskipper dragged itself away
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| Out of Canajoharie
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| Canajoharie
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| Call me sentimental but I want to go back
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| And commemorate the place with a historical plaque
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| It’s as if a fin, reaching from the swamp
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| Grabbed me by my arm, tried to pull me in
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| But my arm was strong
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| And the fin was an inaccurately reconstructed fake
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| It was right through those trees, I’m not insane
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| That’s where the fin tried to drag me in
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| Don’t look at me, look at where I’m pointing
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| Close your eyes, see what I see
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| Canajoharie
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| Canajoharie
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| I get the creeping feeling all my old friends are gone
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| And that this baby tooth no longer fits in my skull
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| If you can draw it in the air
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| Or write it down, then you weren’t there
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| What’s gone is mute
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| Someone changed the truth
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| They smoked the proof
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| And there’s nothing left of
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| Canajoharie
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| Canajoharie
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| Where a front flipper first evolved on the day
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| When a daring mudskipper dragged itself away
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| Where a rocket ship experiment went awry
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| When the prototype exploded on the launching site
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| Back in Canajoharie
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| Canajoharie
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| Call me sentimental but I want to go back
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| And commemorate the place with a historical plaque |