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Timbuktu Lyrics

Pack up with what's worthy, lock it up in the car.
Don't be surprised if I drive too far.
Speak now and we're followed while the weakest react.
The nose on the siren is right on our tracks.
A pair of tripods eyes through streets of mercury.
Not as common as leisure days, not as modern as much too late.
I sailed through the catapults between April and May
He quoted his price and that's what he'll pay.
He spread thick like a heathen, the clouds buried the chalk.
While the suit on our throat 'till our engine stops.

Pearls and oysters every each turn grow the lilac near the grubworm.
Push the b***on closest to him, give me glue so I can stick to plan.

But instead, sail the desert.
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