Comes and goes
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Like in fits and dizzy spells
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Like the weather
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And it blows
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Like it knows what's going wrong
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Like it's clever
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Has a name but the name goes unspoken
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Weather vanes
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Were all twisted and broken
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So soldier on, soldier on
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Flailing to the whir of a snack machine
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And muted screams of an old regime
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And then oh
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Something getis in it
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The nightshade gets in it
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We were all fast asleep
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Were all so fast asleep
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But you woke us
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You woke us from the strangest dream that
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an aubergine could ever know
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Would ever know
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Lava flows over crooks and craggy
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cliffs to the ocean
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And explodes in a steam heat fevered
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cyclical motion
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Has a name
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But the name goes unspoken
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It's in vain
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Cause the language is broken
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So cast your own, cast your own
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Soldier on
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Fitz and the Dizzyspells
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| Andrew Bird |
