Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro
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you have no word
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trip, trip to a dream dragon
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hide your wings in a ghost tower
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sails crackiling at ev'ry plate we break
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cracked by scattered needles
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little minute gong
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coughs and clears his throat
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madam you see before you stand
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hey ho, never be still
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the old original favourite gran
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grasshoppers green herbarian band
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and the tune they play is in us confide...
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so trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro'
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you have no word
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Please leave us here
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close our eyes to the octopus ride!
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Isn't it good to be lost in the wood
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isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood
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twenty even less to me than I thought
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with a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
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clover honey pots and mystic shining feed...
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well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border
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hey ho, huff the talbot
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Cheetah he cried shouted kangaroo
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so through their tree they cried:
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Please leave us here
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close our eyes to the octopus ride!
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The madcap laughed at the man on the border
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hey ho, huff the talbot
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the winds they blew and the leaves did wag
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and they'll never put me in their bag
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the seas will reach and always see
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so high you go, so low you creep
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the winds it blows in tropical heat
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the drones they throng on mossy seats
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the squeaking door will always creep
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two up, two down we'll never we meet
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so merrily trip for good my side
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Please leave us here
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close our eyes to the octopus ride!
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Octopus
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| Syd Barret |
