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Pour Les Petits Animaux

Pour Les Petits Animaux

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Track 8. Flounder

I am a floundering soul
I am the soul of a flounder
Flapping on the quayside of life
Slipping through the net
into air I cannot breathe
To a world I cannot live in
but a world I cannot leave
I am a floundering sole
I am the sole of a flounder

I am a floundering soul
I am the soul of a flounder
Between the devil and the deep blue sky
Fleeing from the frying pan
Trying to give the slip
To any destiny entailing chips
I am a floundering soul
I am the soul of a flounder

I am a floundering sole
I am the soul of a flounder
Praying a piscine prayer
Grant O grant me some solution
Maybe instant evolution
Feet not fins are what I need
Dear Charles Darwin act with speed
give me means of locomotion
for that leap back to the ocean
The one last wish
Of a drowning fish
I am a floundering soul
I am the soul of a flounder


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