Tenuous at best was all he had to say
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When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is
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From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans
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Greek Cypriots and and harbor sorts who hang around in ports a lot, uh huh
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Here's where things start getting weird
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While chinless men will scratch their beards
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And to their minds a sharpened axe
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Is brushed upon the Uralic syntaxes
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Love of hate acts as an axis
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Love of hate acts as an axis, oh
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First it wanes and then it waxes
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So procreate and pay your taxes
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Tenuousness, less seven comes to three
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Them, you, us plus eleven
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Thank the heavens for their elasticity
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And as for those who live and die for astronomy
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When coprophagia was written
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Know when to stand or when to sit
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Can't stand to stand, can't stand to sit
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And who would want to know this?
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Click, click, click
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Who wants to look upon this?
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Who wants to look upon this, pray tell?
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Who wants to look upon this?
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Who wants to look upon this, pray tell, pray tell?
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Tenuousness, less seven comes to three
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Them, you, us plus eleven comes just shy of infinity
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And as for those who live and die from numerology
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Tenuousness
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Andrew Bird |