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There is always someplace safer than the playground
So let`s walk to our private beach at night We could always roll these drums down the sand dunes Into the surf and continue to think that they`re safe, sealed up tight, up tight CHORUS I`ll be gone before the things that I do now go wrong Family tree is burning to heat my house a little longer Bobbing up and down in the waves with the moonbeams They shine like turtles` backs in bleach and I I hope that they`ll be sinking soon under the seaweed `Cause inside the atoms are moving and helping the fish grow extra eyes CHORUS Now that all the poison`s taken off our red hands It`s percolating in the deep blue dump We`ll be counting pay cheques, with all the zeros Mother of nature has gone to the doc for a test, she`s found a lump CHORUS We`ll move to the planets where we don`t belong Family tree is buring the rocket`s waining on the lawn The rocket`s waiting on the lawn
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