She said, "Catch me if you can.
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You better plan, Gentlemen."
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So The Story Goes:
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Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary
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Set 'em afloat on a Merchant's Boat, set sail for Johnny Appleseed
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Johnny planted the magic seeds.
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Botany, POOF!: Magic Trees
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Paul Bunyan said, "This will fetch me bread..."
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He sold the wood to a violin maker.
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The Legend breathes...
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Shaped from the wood sprung a violin
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It satisfied the maker
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Toe-tapped a rhythm, touched bow to string
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His soul earthquakes, the Sirens sing
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"My heart can rest, I've made the best.
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No match to play, no greater love I'll know"
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Hid the 'lin, smashed his tools and grinned
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And died a happy old man
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The Legend grows...
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What works for me, may not work for you
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That which often gets passed down
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Often gets misconstrued
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Expectation...Imagination, surely can chase the goose around
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Don't look for that which others have...
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You can't find what won't be found.
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Enter the Jester De Romancipation Persuasion
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(the fool...)
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Escaped from the King...
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This myth, he longed to pull these magic heartstrings
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He bought up every violin on the country, mountain, ocean-side
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"To play the one of Legend Lore,
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I'll lead a true love to my door!"
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The Legend thrives...
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For Your Violin...For Your Violin
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Jaded Jester spent his life chasing down
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that which could not be found
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He hung 3,000 violins from the rafter beams by their rusty strings
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Penniless and paupered, bug-eyed crazed and gummy-grinned
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Conducted with a bow, his orchestra:
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This Symphony of Myth that did him in...
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For Your Violin...For Your Violin...
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[CHORUS]
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...Hood, Appleseed, Bunyan...Hey, Violin Maker...
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Figments of Imagination (?)
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...Tell Pied Piper to lead away
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These myths in time that helped him pine
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For Your Violin...For Your Violin
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...For Your Violin
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| Carbon Leaf |
