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Last night I dreamt of the Phoenix
The homeland board seemed so far away
From Table Talk, we decided, to mi-grate.
But World Crossing failed, some times for days.
Chorus
Natterful the island breeze
Buffista nature is wild and free
That is where I long to be
La isla Buffista
And when the Slayer plays
The posts would get so high
Posts through my ears and sting my eyes
And porny lullabys.
We fell in love with each other,
We built a board for all to see
je t'adore
I prayed that the WX would last
'Til Phoenix was fast.
Chorus
I want to be where The smarts start to fly
When it's time for corsets you can watch them go by
Beautiful faces, we share this world
Where natters ahoy
And we built a world...
We fell in love with each other,
We built a board for all to see
Chorus
Author's Quote
Ali: "Is a Victorian-era music-hall anything like an elementary school?"
Trudy: "Maybe the elementary school on Buffista Island."
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