(Brian Wilson/Van Dyke Parks)
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A diamond necklace played the pawn
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Hand in hand some drummed along, oh
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To a handsome mannered baton
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A blind class aristocracy
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Back through the opera glass you see
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The pit and the pendulum drawn
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Columnated ruins domino
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Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
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Are you sleeping?
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Hung velvet overtaken me
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Dim chandelier awaken me
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To a song dissolved in the dawn
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The music hall a costly bow
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The music all is lost for now
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To a muted trumpeter swan
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Columnated ruins domino
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Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
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Are you sleeping, Brother John?
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Dove nested towers the hour was
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Strike the street quicksilver moon
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Carriage across the fog
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Two-Step to lamp lights cellar tune
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The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne
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The glass was raised, the fired-roast
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The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting
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While at port adieu or die
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A choke of grief heart hardened I
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Beyond belief a broken man too tough to cry
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Surf's Up
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Aboard a tidal wave
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Come about hard and join
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The young and often spring you gave
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I heard the word
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Wonderful thing
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A children's song
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Child, child, child, child, child
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A child is the father of the man
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Child, child, child, child, child
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A child is the father of the man
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A children's song
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Have you listened as they played
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Their song is love
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And the children know the way
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That's why the child is the father to the man
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Child, child, child, child, child
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Child, child, child, child, child
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Na na na na na na na na
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Child, child, child, child, child
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That's why the child is the father to the man
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Child, child, child, child, child
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Surf's Up
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| Beach Boys |
