I'll just tug on down this made-up line
And pitch up in done place
Our ancestors stayed here in 1743.
Now, who'd like a wi-fi to a daydream?
You can have if you can find it -
It's somewhere over there,
Between the clarinets and Canada.
I want to receive
So that I might filter and give
Lord, I want to live.
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