lie lie lie... the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools
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below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies
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permanently waiting for the doctors to come back and tend to him, the
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flat earth society is meeting here today, singing happy little lies
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and the bright ship humana is sent far away with grave
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determination... and no destination, lie lie lie... yeah, nothing
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feels better than a spray of clean water and the whistling wind on a
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calm summer night but you'd better believe that down in their quarters
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the men are holding on for their dear lives, the flat earth society is
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somewhere far away, with their candlesticks and compasses and the
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bright ship humana is well on its way with grave determination... and
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no destination, lie lie lie, ad inifinitum
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Flat Earth Society
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