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me

From the halfway mark

Yeah, up a lazy river where that robin's song
Awakes a bright new mornin', we can roll along
A, a, a, there are blue
me

From the halfway mark

Yeah, up a lazy river where that robin's song
Awakes a bright new mornin', we can roll along
A, a, a, there are blue
me

From the halfway mark

Yeah, up a lazy river where that robin's song
Awakes a bright new mornin', we can roll along
A, a, a, there are blue
me

From the halfway mark

Yeah, up a lazy river where that robin's song
Awakes a bright new mornin', we can roll along
A, a, a, there are blue
assume the worst the best we can
And for a round or two
They'd gladly track you down

We found you sleeping by your lover's stone
A ream of paper
I wish that I was a mole in the ground 
Like a mole in the ground, I would root that mountain down 
Tree by tree and town by town 
I wish I was
And before you say whatever you will
I think you better do what you can

Or it won't do
And it don't do to preach on Moses
If you bow down to the golden
alone
Those of whose identities are known
By the mark of the crucified Son

Praying, caring, loving, sharing
These are the marks of the cross, ohh
Giving,
It's up in the morning and on the downs
Little white clouds like gambolling lambs
And I am breathless over you

And the red-breasted robin beats
It's up in the morning
And on the downs
Little white clouds
Like gamboling lambs
And I am breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin
Beats
to die
The kids of the darkness so black and high
Mark of the wolf and the sun and the cat
The Angels beat down above the rack

We all pray for
20
broken down blow by blow
We can only grow the way the wind blows
We can only bow to the here and now
Or be broken down blow by blow

Like the solitary
anew?
Call me Robin Egg Blue
Robin Egg Blue, Robin Egg Blue”

By all accounts, accounts it's through
Not that it matters much to Robin Egg Blue
we are told
They wouldn't bow
They would not bow their knee to the idol made of gold
They wouldn't burn
They were protected by the fourth man in
Runnin' everything west of the Mississippi

It's the unseen pullin' strings wit my pinky ring
We got your woman so pucker up, fo we fuck her up
Bow down
way too deep, we know the Code of the Streets
Meet your defeat; this is my Robin Hood Theory, my Robin Hood Theory

I floss my rhymes like dentals,
A gypsy compliment for (kneel down) 
The scent of tyranny's daughter (we are found) 
At seventeen were bled in wild cream 

Passing milk thistle
And you don't back down
And you pretend when you look them in the eye

Yeah!

And we all bow down
To the wall of sound
Yeah, we all bow down
heave the gang plank. Start the show.
Mark Twain, play those banjos as we go down the Mississippi, 'round the Gulf of Mexico.

There were gamblers,
heave the gang plank. Start the show.
Mark Twain, play those banjos as we go down the Mississippi, 'round the Gulf of Mexico.

There were gamblers,
Robin Hood, Robin Hood here we are again

Living each day outside the law
Trying not to do what we did before
Country slag with the Bow Bell voice
So
The government is the mark of the beast
And the men who will follow will be chewed up and swallowed

Only too broke to pay attention
Will we be blind to this
government?
We'll have Superman for president
Let Robin save the day

So where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it bein'
'Tis the gift to be simple
'Tis the gift to be free
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be
And when we find ourselves in the place just