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The Gymnast High Above The Ground
Decemberists
The gymnast, high above the ground,
Limbers up and falls timber town
Lasy, your long sister lays
Ankles splayed and all tied
The gymnast long has arrived
Prayed for snow a long time
Waiting out this long light brigade
And lasy, it long has arrived
Through the tarlatan holes
You've been slipping, been slipping away
And the weather will hold
It's been ever, so ever, so gray
And here as we're coming down
We're sounding out: it's a terrible, terrible tide
As it lights upon your eye
But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade,
It's a chemical, chemical kind
As it lights upon your eye...
Lights upon your eye
Compass gone, he long has lost his way
The bosun calls upon the quay
To lighthouse shine, to calm tide
The bosun long has arrived
Through the tarlatan holes
You've been slipping, been slipping away
It's been ever, so ever, so gray
And here as we're coming down
And the weather will hold
We're sounding out: it's a terrible, terrible tide
As it lights upon your eye
But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade,
As it lights upon your eye...
It's a chemical, chemical kind
Lights upon your eye
April marches on
April marches on
April marches onApril marches on
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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