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Up on Melancholy Hill,
There's a plastic tree.
Are you here with me?
Just looking out on the day
Of another dream,

Where you can't get what you want,
But you can get me.

So let's set out to sea,
'Cause you are my medicine
When you're close to me.
When you're close to me.

So calling all submarines,
'Round the world we'll go.
Does anybody know, love

If we're looking out on the day
Of another dream?

If you can't get what you want,
Then come with me.

Up on Melancholy Hill
Sits a manatee,
Just looking out on the day,
When you're close to me.
When you're close to me.

When you're close to me.