The Fall

The Fall - Elf Prefix lyrics

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The chief elf Norman said

Gutter sweat

Splendid droplets on strings

His toes were cloven

His teeth were squirly and pointy

Knee cups curly

Ding click rings on ears

Norman jumped about

On all four corners

Norman twirled around his golden thrones

Whitewall tyres were a lifetime from his thoughts
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