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The Fiery Furnaces Gallowsbird S Bark

I would I had a asthma attack If I seen the shark bite back I would I had a asthma attack If I seen the shark bite back Yeah it's paradise island I

up no they'll be just fine And I said Oh my, my I can't believe it! I cried This must be paradise But it's not, no, no, no, no But it's sweet, sweet,

Don't dance her down boys Don't dance her down Don't dance her down boys Her man's in town I played cards in England I threw dice in Spain I'm going

the other side I'm gonna jangle my tambourine again I fished my microphone out of Regent's Canal Heading from Little Venice to Greenwich Dirty boy said let's

a close encounter that comes to mind A rummage sale you barely find And it's sold You better believe it's freezing cold When it's sold You better believe it's

pop machine Hey it's ice cream, no not coke In the tropical tropical Tropical ice-land Tropical tropical Tropical Ice Ice Let's meet in Kristiana next summer Let's

it's easy to think the end's coming soon But though sometimes the signs from heaven are vague Early November we got back the plague While beautiful Laura's

Slip me out of my northern noose My easter egg My western wheel And a snouthern snake I've got a busted breast and a jiggly thigh A rumpled roast and