We throw our flutes, our little friends
Our lovely songs
On marmalade fires
We throw our folks, our pots and pans
Our dirty plants
On marmalade fires
We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires
We throw our house, our round blue skies
Our pretty hills
On marmalade fires
We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires
We throw our balls, our friendly toys
Our sister's hair
On marmalade fires
We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires
We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires
We throw our unborn kids on
Marmalade fires
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