Mr. man on the moon
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do you own a fishing pole
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I would surely take your bait
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into my mouth
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and feel you tugging at me
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just maybe I would try to escape or tease you for a while
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then I would let my self go
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fly into your basket
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Now the world is spinning faster than the wheel in my head
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think I heard a new disaster in the things that you said
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I could see them in the window, I could see they were three
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my reflection in the mirror said
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No, I am just me
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So, little lady of the lake
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do you own a pretty pipe
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I would gladly light it for you
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and taste your sweet tobacco
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feel it fill me with calm bubbles
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maybe we would have to hold our heads above the water
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or the stinging soap
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would get in our eyes
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Now the world is spinning faster than the wheel in my head
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think I heard a new disaster in the things that you said
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I could see them in the window, I could see they were three
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my reflection in the mirror said
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No, I am just me
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A Perspective On Certain Matters According To X
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| Pale Forest |
