| Lyrics | Missing lyrics | Words missing |
| We skipped | |
| turned cartwheels | |
| I was feeling | |
| but the crowd | |
| The room was | |
| as the ceiling | |
| When we called out | |
| the waiter | |
| - | |
| And so it was | |
| as the miller | |
| that her face, | |
| turned a whiter | |
| - | |
| She said, | |
| and the truth | |
| But I wandered | |
| and would not | |
| one of sixteen | |
| who were leaving | |
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| and although | |
| they might have | |
| - | |
| She said, 'I'm home | |
| though in truth | |
| so I took her by | |
| and forced her | |
| saying, 'You must be | |
| who took Neptune | |
| But she smiled at me | |
| that my anger | |
| - | |
| If music be | |
| then laughter is | |
| and likewise if | |
| then dirt in truth | |
| My mouth by then | |
| seemed to slip straight | |
| So we crash-dived | |
| and attacked | |
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