Eric Johnson
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Saving all the waitresses
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'Cause they've all got longing in their eyes
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The little acorn becomes the mighty oak
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The oak throws its seeds into the sky
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Drive your car up to the Pole
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That's as far as you can go
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Take your coat off when you know
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To warm your bones in the northern snow snow
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Drop a feather into the water
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What the ocean gives the sky will take
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Killing swans with twenty-one guns
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Just to see them fall into the lake
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When you're driving up the coast
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To your left is a black mass
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Drive you car until you see
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To wet your tongue in the salty sea sea
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Float your paper boat up the creek
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And watch the waves from its wake
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Killing swans with twenty-one guns
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Just to see them fall and see them break
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Drive your car up to the Pole
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That's as far as you can go
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Take your coat off when you know
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To warm your bones in the northern snow snow
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In the northern snow
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In the northern snow
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In the northern snow
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In the northern snow
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The Little Acorn
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