Текст песни Of Montreal - The Hopeless Opus Or The Great Battle Of
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Let`s reminisce of our first dance togetheralong the ocean floor.Your dress was made of egg shells.My hair was in a pompadourWhile we were hunting for the Marshmallow Coast.I played a prank that brought shame to one of my colleagues.I taught Herr Coushiboe`s eyes how to imitate a bog.They employed their new talent perhaps too frequently.Finding this incarnation preferablethey decided to stay that wayBut then his eyes became ambitiousand they started to grow.They felt confined as a bog and wanted more recognition.They desired to be acknowledged by a mapand that is how Coushiboe discovered my gag.When he opened up a map and saw his eyes looking back at him