Amphibian taby ukulele według Laura Stevenson

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the salt in the swill, it builds bridges around me

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and as for the villains it burns up holes in the soles

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of all the dirty feet, yeah burn em up to smithereens

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the water is stained, with oranges and greens

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mosquito planes, and prehistoric submarines

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all in smithereens
 
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battered by the bruisers of the neighborhood the neighboor 
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hood they try to break the shells

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oh the neighborhood, the neighborhood, they try to break 
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the shells

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and they'll go seining amongst the krill and all the killies

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while entertaining thoughts of fishing me out

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but I am amphibian, oh what a lucky state to be in

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when you try to push me in
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or pull me out to dry up on the shore,    oh

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2 oxygens, 2 hydrogen 1 oxygen

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oh H20, oh 02, I breathe both without you

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H20, oh 02, I breathe both without you