Mr Violin, I love you
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From a treetop, in a fish knot
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I was high on my own big thoughts
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What if the sun drops
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What if my heart stops
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Mr Violin, you almost
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Hit a bum note
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With your bent bow
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I was high on the whole big show
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What if my soul sinks
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What if my heart floats
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For the sun did swing
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Like a tangerine
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Till we couldn't grab on
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To the burning ring
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Mr Dancing Bear, I love you
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In a flower patch
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Where the birds hatch
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I was crooked to the green grass
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What if the day ends
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Whenever my heart splats
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Mr Dancing Bear, they almost
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Called you magic, out of habit
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I was sore from all the laughing
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I loved you in habit
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Banked on your magic
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For the sun did swing
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Like a tangerine
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Till we couldn't grab on
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to the burning ring
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Every crooked tooth
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Kept our lips from truth
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I had almost survived
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And so did you
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But the rings in-between the old family tree
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Are crooked for you as they are crooked for me
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You get what you get when you bite from the tree
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A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
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But the rings in-between the old family tree
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Are crooked for you as they are crooked for me
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You get what you get when you bite from the tree
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A crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
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They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
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They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
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They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
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They want a crooked-er you and a crooked-er me
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