There were almost four hundred untill the black day
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I discovered how high they would fly to the sky
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If you used them for tennis instead of a ball
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Zinging glass satellites crueller than fate
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Whacked with a racked up into the blue
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I'd smashed all the greenhouses on the estate
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And a crowd formed a queue at the gate...
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Written by: Marillion, Julia Meyer
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Marbles 3
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| Marillion |
