As cars go by I cast my mind's eye
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Over back packs on roof racks
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Beyond the horizon
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Where dream makers
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Working white plastic processors
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Invite the unwary
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To reach for the pie in the sky
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Go fishing my boy!
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We set out in the spring
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With a trunk full of books about everything
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About solar devices
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And how nice natural childbirth is
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We cut down some trees
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And we trailed our ideals
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Through the forest glade
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We dammed up the stream
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And the kids cooled their heels
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In the fishing pool we'd made
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We held hands and we exchanged bands
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And we practically lived off the land
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You adopted a fox cub
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Whose mother was somebody's coat
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You fed him by hand
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And then snuggled him down
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In the grandfather bed while I wrote
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We grew our own maize
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And I only occasionally went into town
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To stock up on antibiotics
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And shells for the shotgun that I kept around
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I told the kids stories
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While you worked your loom
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And the sun went down sooner each day.
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*Chapter six in which Eeyore has a birthday
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And gets two presents
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Daddy...come on dad
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Eeyore the old grey donkey stood by the side
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Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water
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"Pathetic" he said, "That's what it is"
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"Good morning Eeyore" said Pooh
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"Oh" said Pooh, He thought for a long time
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The leaves all fell down
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Our crops all turned brown
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It was over
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As the first snowflakes fell
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I realised all was not well in the camp
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The kids caught bronchitis
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The space heater ran out of diesel
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One weekend a friend from the East
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Rot his soul
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Stole your heard
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I said "Fuck it then
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Take the kids back to town
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Maybe I'll see you around"
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And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams
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To the wind and the rain
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Taking only our stash
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Left our litter and trash
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And set out on the road again
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On the road again
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Bye Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy
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You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl
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But don't bring Liza
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4.50 AM (Go Fishing)
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| Roger Waters |
