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2 Frogs - Five for Fighting
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2 Frogs - Five for Fighting
I sing above my vision. I sing above my face
A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead
Gather round ye animals. Gather round this lake
Take upon your vigil. Wallow in the wake

It was glorious of glories-a maple April day
With a pocket full of horseflies and eyes as bright as rays
They said walk away walk away if you can
But one leap out the village and our caravan began

Traveled to a forest, nestled in the sky
He ran beside the buffalo-wrestled with the lions
Every day a saturday, a summer waking morn
His skin burned golden ember due the shine that toad had born

While riding back an eagle, laughing with the sun
He spied an old hairy fairy man upon the river Young
And Sol said, fly away fly away if you can
But he settled next the oarsman, said I'm my own man and this is my life...

Heed above my meter, Heed above my fate. Can't go back again...
I got a reason to be fevered-summer waking morn
Back back when the poor poor boy was born

Now cross into his fortune. While enchanted by the queen
A lone shady shelter stood beckoning his lean
And in the time it takes a pillow to figure out a face
Out from in the white tree she rose to take its place
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