This sombre song would drain the sun
But it won't shine until its sung
No water running in the stream
The saddest place we've ever seen
I like to sleep beneath the trees
Have the universe at one with me
Look down the barrel of a gun
And feel the Moon replace the Sun
Save me from drowning in the sea
Beat me up on the beach
What a lovely holiday
Theres nothing funny left to say
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