Things, oh how they have changed
A cosmic shift in the brain
My jaw's a steel trap door
Mechanism making up words
To ease it
Wood of holly's backed by the sea
A city of saints they say
But we know better
An antidote for modern living
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The image
It's all I can see
You seem so familiar hanging there
Somehow stories that you can never get inside
Water on both sides
Causeways where we used to try
Fold it's pretty far to stay
I'd help you down
If I could
An antidote for modern living
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The image
It's all I can see