| Jazz jazz singers in the trees now
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| Shiny projectiles with bee-bop beaks
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| Remote in the key of green
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| Perched high in the citadel
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| Scaping, scaping the land
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| Claiming, claiming the world
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| Throwing, scoring ripples across the sky
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| Here I am
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| Find me
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| Here I am
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| Where’s the scalpel
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| O. K., O. K
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| I think I think
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| We’ve successfully removed the tumour
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| Well, what does the astrologer say today Ronny
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| Voices voices in the brilliant dawn
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| Rejuvenate rejuvenate the archer
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| The moment’s aim is in his hands
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| The sorceror
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| Spewing, spewing over the brim of the world
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| You pay your debts to the reaper
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| Pay your debts
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| O. K. H. Q. We’re over the designated target
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| We await your instructions
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| Hi there, your cheque’s in the post
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| O. K. Boys, we’ve got the go-ahead
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| Open bomb bays
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| Nancy, I swear I can hear jazz singers in the trees
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| Jazz jazz singers in the trees
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| Shiny projectiles with bee-bop beaks |