Relax, trembling peacock...
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No, I wasn't born to rock...
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Oh, I was just plain born...
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And then I kind of grew and then, well...
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Vancouver made me, I guess it's true...
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Sired to the House of Lords
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(these days they call them 'Co-Op Boards'),
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And now it's in my royal blood
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To vote and vote and vote and vote
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On things that never change...
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Gods give and gods give our gifts away...
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Settle down, trembling peacock...
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No, I wasn't sent to rock you...
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Oh, I just kind of came...
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And then I withdrew and then, well...
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I guess the rest of you already knew...
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Sired to the House of Lords
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On the day they declared it bankrupt and
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Now conquered lands pay tribute to the shifts of your skirt,
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Children at play get hurt,
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And wars are won from a foxhole...
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The inner world of a dove is complex, I'm telling you...
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Lovers of the air, beware...
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But for us it's real simple...
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Look - shot through with arrows,
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A chest full of sparrows,
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Gonna show you the way to my heart...
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Trembling Peacock
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| Destroyer |
