I am a man of few relations and them across the sea

I am the root of your extension, a ladder to your knee
It takes a day before tomorrow, a thirteen letter verb
It comes in white and green and violet and makes a sound unheard

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We took a walk by the lake, threw a knife in the cake

We clapped our hands and rejoiced, I played with 300 boys

I'll take old fashioned flying saucers and give them to the tribe
A horse in space can't win no races, If that horse ain't alive
The test reveals a grayish color that comes from too much love
A wino in the street once sold me a worn out paper cup

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I am a man of no reflections, a flapper dapper Dan
I'll take advantage of the homesick, and make love to the hand
The test reveals a grayish color that comes from too much love
Take heed, the master roams the hallways, beware his fiendish hug

I played with 300 boys, I gave them cookies and toys

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Writer(s): ANTHONY MARCHELLO