| Mystic palm, gem and tarot
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| A few escape your magic arrow
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| I saw you reel them in for miles
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| Each captivated crooked smile
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| And you know you can heal them all
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| Your double diamond disposition
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| Refractions of your center prism
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| Your magic arrow flies precision
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| And you saw it from that vantage point
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| Perimeter scratched on the nation’s native hide
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| And we saw those christian clippers glide
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| Over white caps and white sails hide
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| Over white knuckles
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| And I was fine till I saw the pale horse ride
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| And open up it’s gape across the ocean floor
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| You were fine till you saw the white rider take
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| And take some more
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| Our mother’s milk double faro
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| A few escape your magic arrow
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| And with a Christ as bayonet
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| Oh you siphoned off the hellion’s threats
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| And even in your ghastly visions
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| Your magic arrow flies precision
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| Whistles like a boiling potion
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| Charges like a locomotive
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| And you saw it from that vantage point
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| Perimeter scratched on the nation’s native hide
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| And we saw those christian clippers glide
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| Over white caps and white sails and hide
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| Over white knuckles
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| And you were fine till you saw the pale horse ride
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| Open up it’s gape across the ocean floor
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| You were fine till you saw the white rider take
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| And take some more |