Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron
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Under mats of flower lava
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Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go
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Breathing in the boiling butter
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Fruit of sweating golden Inca
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Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow
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When Miss Moon lays down
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And Sir Sun stands up
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Me I'm found floating round and round
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Like a bug in brandy
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In this big bronze cup
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Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron
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Trees are dancing drunk with nectar
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Grass is waving underwater
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Please don't pull me out this is how I would want to go
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Insect bomber Buddhist droning
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Copper chord of August's organ
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Please don't heed my shout I'm relax in the undertow
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When Miss Moon lays down
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in her hilltop bed
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And Sir Sun stands up
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raise his regal head
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Me I'm found floating round and round
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Like a bug in brandy
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In this big bronze cup
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Drowning here in Summer's Cauldron
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Summer's Cauldron
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| XTC |
