At the bottom of our rotten boat there is a lake.
Things with many limbs are creeping round my teenaged legs.
Late October, old wives' summer, I'm all arms and legs.
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Spread out like an adolescent on my shallow bed.
So, with animal skins around us, we go home.
Home we go.
Songwriter(s): Jonathan Warren, Scott Miller, Matthew Taylor, William Harvey, Peter Duncan Liddle
Copyright: Transgressive Publishing Ltd (prs)
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