A seaweed look at you
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Through the salty beach
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The blossom stone's a flower
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The acrobat's a peach
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You gave a pebble party there
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Why is it no one came
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You sold yourself to a shiny man
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And spread yourself insane
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You take the heart
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Out of slightly weighted clouds
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If you're a cascade
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I wish you'd touch the ground
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From crumbled peaks
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I sentenced you to me
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Your skin was shrinking
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Into paper dolls that see
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You climbed out of your scrapbook
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Lit matches to your find
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You burn your very own escape
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Returning back inside
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You shout a language
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You hope no one will know
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And sinking into lasting death
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Again you start to grow
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You start to grow
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Cascade
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| Marty Willson-Piper |
