| Bless the father bless the son
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| Cross your heart 'cause you’re the one
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| Collectin' moon-beams in the mornin'
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| Curvy sticks and wooden poles
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| Assistin' you in pluggin' holes
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| Plug them holes till you see straight through to the mind’s eye
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| Think about it turn around
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| And go back to the quiet sound
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| Of Jim and Dan prancin' round the pool
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| You were the fool, and I feel sorry for you
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| You were the fool, but there’s something you can do
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| You can wash your arm in a pool of mud
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| You can chop a tree prevent a flood
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| You can speak with a turtle just by flippin' him around
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| You can build a boat sail the sea
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| You can buy a moat forge a key
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| Initiate the sequence create catastrophe
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| Think about it turn around
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| And go back to the quiet sound
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| Of Jim and Dan prancin' round the pool
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| You were the fool, and I feel sorry for you
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| You were the fool, but there’s something you can do
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| Bless the father bless the son
|
| Cross your heart 'cause you’re the one
|
| Collectin' moon-beams in the mornin'
|
| Curvy sticks and wooden poles
|
| Assistin' you in pluggin' holes
|
| Plug them holes till you see straight through to the mind’s eye
|
| Think about it turn around
|
| And go back to the quiet sound
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| Of Jim and Dan prancin' round the pool
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| You were the fool, and I feel sorry for you
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| You were the fool, but there’s something you can do
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| You were the fool |