There is always someplace safer than the playground
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So let's walk to our private beach at night
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We could always roll these drums down the sand dunes
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Into the surf and continue to think that they're safe, sealed up tight, up tight
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I'll be gone before the things that I do now go wrong
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Family tree is burning to heat my house a little longer
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Bobbing up and down in the waves with the moonbeams
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They shine like turtles' backs in bleach and I,
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I hope that they'll be sinking soon under the seaweed
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'Cause inside the atoms are moving and helping the fish grow extra eyes
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I'll be gone before the things that I do now go wrong
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Family tree is burning to heat my house a little longer
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To heat my house a little longer
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I'll be gone before the things that I go now go wrong
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Family tree is burning to heat my house a little longer
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To heat the house a little longer
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Now that all the poison's taken off our red hands
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It's percolating in the deep blue dump
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We'll be counting pay cheques, with all the zeros
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Mother of nature has gone to the doc for a test, she's found a lump
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I'll be gone before the things that I do now go wrong
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Family tree is burning to heat the house a little longer
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I'll be gone before the things that I do now go wrong
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Family tree is burning to heat the house a little longer
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We'll move on to planets where we don't belong
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Family tree is burning the rocket's waiting on the lawn
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The rocket's waiting on the lawn
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Family Tree
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