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before telling dragons where to lay
point out all the ruins where their chicks can play
common sense pray pay my way
wrong in songing where there's no such way
ring the wronging in the silent day
common sense may pave my way in brambles sometimes
but the birds do give thirty warbles
and i'm picking up every mole
i'm flicking tear drops back into the bay
for i tell myself that i have nothing to say
let me sing a line that leads in two ways
in the water, find the hook and feel much hotter
where there's a jig you can't be bothered
but hold on to the things that matter
you wore the scales of the mad hatter
those clothes were made to fit your father
but surface now and breathe another
breath and fill your chest with better weather