I sing above my vision. I sing above my face.
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A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead.
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Gather round ye animals. Gather round this lake.
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Take upon your vigil. Wallow in the wake.
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It was glorious of glories-a maple April day
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With a pocket full of horseflies and eyes as bright as rays
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They said walk away walk away if you can
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but one leap out the village and our caravan began
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Traveled to a forest, nestled in the sky.
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He ran beside the buffalo-wrestled with the lions
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Every day a saturday, a summer waking morn,
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His skin burned golden ember due the shine that toad had born.
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While riding back an eagle, laughing with the sun
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He spied an old hairy fairy man upon the river Young.
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and Sol said, fly away fly away if you can
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But he settled next the oarsman, said I'm my own man and this is my life...
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Heed above my meter, Heed above my fate. Can't go back again...
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I got a reason to be fevered-summer waking morn.
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Back back when the poor poor boy was born.
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Now cross into his fortune. While enchanted by the queen.
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A lone shady shelter stood beckoning his lean.
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And in the time it takes a pillow to figure out a face.
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Out from in the white tree she rose to take its place.
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And the battle for his spirit then caused him to remain.
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And he fought as a thousand Visigoths and he cursed the night in vain.
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She said run away run away if you can
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But last he heard a voice of...I'm my own man and this is my life...
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Off to in her castle, laid upon the stairs
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She showered him with daffodils and tied ribbons in his hair.
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He woke for bare a moment but she wouldn't let him weep.
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With lips of only roses kissed him down to sleep.
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So royal loyal subjects now let your ears unbend.
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For here ye this traveled tail must sadly meet it's end.
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What's fate done to our hero I cannot reply...
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The last that I saw him, a flection in her eye.
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2 Frogs
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Five For Fighting |