| Climb, climb, Triceratops
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| Your daydreams cease to be
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| A rope broke, releasing knots
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| Emitting glitter sprees
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| Dive, dive, I’ll meet you there
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| Let’s blow our brains and freeze
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| I’ll wear the green badge that you made for me It glows in the dark you’ll see
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| Early June breeze in the sun we can lie here for
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| Days upon end with friends near the sea
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| Follow zig-zags, a typewriter click-clacks our time
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| Gotta take notes or we’ll leave them behind
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| Blue, green and yellow pens
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| Blew up in my bag again
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| The books stained, the pages stuck
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| A library fine for me I buy them new copies from
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| A car boot sale for cheap
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| It costs less and nobody notices
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| I’m luckyyy
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| I keep throwing back a day
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| Falling asleep on trains
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| It’s only two o’clock
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| Camouflage has disappeared
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| Can I write about this time
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| Many people will believe this
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| Repeat and start again
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| Your script is weak
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| Early June breeze in the sun we can lie here for
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| Days upon end with friends near the sea |