| Tricking through the morning,
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| The tramp with the trampoline under his arm,
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| Shifts past your whiskers,
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| So spark is a charm with the barking alarm,
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| Weighs coil 'til the corner is turned.
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| And the bicycle wheels, all struggle to move round,
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| In your muddy mind,
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| Blatantly cape town,
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| And will intertwine in co-operative time,
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| Shall we sit on the springs 'til the mung goes dry?
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| All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms
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| and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
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| All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms
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| and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the…
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| What came first the chicken or the dickhead?
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| Split sleep reeps through rewards and ill fitting thoughts,
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| A twilight force, she doesn’t wanna walk,
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| Your legs start running and your head gets caught,
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| Cannot be nineteen, it’s perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening,
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| Pulled from the after taste, you’ll have to slip away,
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| and I’m happy to say,
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| Behold as the crook in a hammock plays…
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| All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms
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| and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
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| All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms
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| and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall…
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| Behold as the crook in the hammock plays,
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| Crawling with the base of the scales,
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| And fiddles with the feet on a balancing act,
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| Gagged, bound and craft in a tale,
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| Trailing wrapped in a gasp,
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| Crawling with the base of the scales,
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| And f*cking fiddles with the feet on a balancing act,
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| You were gagged, bound and craft in a tale,
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| Trailing wrapped in a gasp.
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| All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms
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| and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall,
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| All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms
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| and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall. |