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Jethro Tull Miscellaneous One White Duck/0=Nothing At All There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a Tray. And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, As i pull on my old wings --- one white duck On your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow. And i'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft And low. There's a picture-view postcard to say that i called. You can see from the fireplace, one white duck On your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? So fly away peter and fly away paul --- from the Finger-tip ledge of contentment. The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. And i'm probably bound to deceive you after all. Something must be wrong with me and my brain --- If i'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that Way --- and my zero to your power of ten equals Nothing at all. There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door. I'm available for consultation, But remember your way in is also my way out, and Love's four-letter word is no compensation. Well, i'm the black ace dog-handler: i'm a waiter on Skates --- so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion. Because i'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays --- To be cleared before i can dine on your sweet sunday Lunch confusion. |
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