Let's reminisce of our first dance together
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along the ocean floor.
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Your dress was made of egg shells.
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My hair was in a pompadour
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While we were hunting for the Marshmallow Coast.
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I played a prank that brought shame to one of my colleagues.
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I taught Herr Coushiboe's eyes how to imitate a bog.
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They employed their new talent perhaps too frequently.
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Finding this incarnation preferable
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they decided to stay that way
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But then his eyes became ambitious
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and they started to grow.
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They felt confined as a bog and wanted more recognition.
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They desired to be acknowledged by a map
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and that is how Coushiboe discovered my gag.
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When he opened up a map and saw his eyes looking back at him
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The Hopeless Opus or the Great Battle of the Unfriendly Ridiculous
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| Of Montreal |
