Björk
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Plastic
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Nylon
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Terylene
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Made of atoms
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By tender fingers
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And determined heads
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Of inventors
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Tickling
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Perfection
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Björk
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Plastic
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Rayon
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Einar
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I was born aeons ago
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Before anything human was known
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My friends the alchemists
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Told me everything was natural
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And always will be that way
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And possible to make gold from dirt
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Björk
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Plastic
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Nylon
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Dear plastic
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Be proud
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Don't imitate anything
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You're pure, pure, pure
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Björk
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Plastic
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Nylon
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Einar
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I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge
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Took everything and digested
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Of course I became big,
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Big and really really strong
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Today I'm old and withering away
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My friends the alchemists
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Long disappeared into dust
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I no longer get anything fruity
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No longer gold made from dirt
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The only thing I get is spacefood on a tray
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Björk
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Woah!
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Plastic, plastic, plastic ...
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Dear Plastic
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Sugarcubes |