Can heal us or lead to more strife
We’ve got to dwell
On the swell
Of being who we are
Not who we are not
Or the constant blur
Of that growling cur
Will chase us down
Lickety, lickety clown
There’s no obsession
Of our latest possession
Like the dancing mint
When we’re feeling like sking
Yeah I said it
And mean it
Dancing mint
It’s what we feel
When thoughts aren’t real
We toss and turn
Then bridges we burn
These purple destinies
That we play out too soon
Ooooh croon
You, you, you
Dancing mint
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