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Victorian ice and Edwardian snow |
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You'll find yourself asking |
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Is there something below? |
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Cause your surface area is like old whale bones |
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Preserved in museums, they're so totally cold |
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Oh I, oh I, settled down over there |
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Won't you hold your baby closer? |
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I know I, I need you |
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But you better keep moving before you get totally cold |
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And you better start growing up before you get old |
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Totally wicked and equally ace |
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Hoopoes and herring gulls over chalky cliffs |
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It's all that's left you know, carbonate and myth |
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Whitebait and cockleshell, washed up like a gift |
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Secret histories arrive by longshore drift |
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Oh I, oh I, settled down over here |
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Won't you hold your baby's hair |
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Oh I, know I, I need you |
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And you better keep moving before you get totally cold |
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Oh, you better start growing up before you get old |
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But you still don't understand |
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No, you still don't understand |
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Totally wicked and equally ace |
