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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Swatting Flies”

• Now that Ive used up all my ideas Here in my little house by the sea I search for a useable memory, but none comes to me... In grade one, my teacher could do embalmingShed stuff the bodies of dead little birds She told us if ever we found one, just to bring it to her And in the science room was an iguana Who lay, very still, in his cageAnd wed fed him Living flies Then shed read the old testament to us: But first shed remind us the stories were true- And wed here of locusts, and plagues, and the tortures theyd do And in the science room was an iguana I remember now...in my house By the seaside Swatting flies

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