this wind could you believe it
your face like a tree
looking out
the linden trees all astir
another moment I can't believe
and the drains all aghast
the fairies of language have settled here
(oh ah)
we are knocking about together
seeing how it feels
bellyup chumbawamba dancecrack
so much
was ill was not
sonnet
was pill was snot
scotch bonnet
slide see slide
see saw
see rupture see tear
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though snot
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