| There’s a highway in the sky, and the people drive their Buicks to the moon
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| I remember the good old days up, up in my beautiful balloon
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| My beautiful balloon, my beautiful lead balloon, my beautiful balloon
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| On Aluminium Beach where the preachers preach
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| On Aluminium Beach where the teachers teach
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| And the magnet of truth pulls out your teeth
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| On Aluminium Beach, on Aluminium Beach
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| On Aluminium Beach, on Aluminium Beach, on Aluminium Beach
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| I was sucked out by a leech on Aluminium Beach
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| And I cleared out my throat with Vodka and bleach
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| I sung like a goat on Aluminium Beach
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| I found my niche just out of reach on Aluminium Beach
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| On Aluminium Beach, on Aluminium, Aluminium, Aluminium Beach
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| There’s a highway in the sky, and the people drive their Fords to the moon
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| I remember the bad old days when you burst my balloon
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| When you burst my balloon
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| My balloon, my balloon, my balloon
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| My balloon on Aluminium Beach
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| On Aluminium Beach, on Aluminium Beach
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| On Aluminium Beach, on Aluminium Beach
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| On Aluminium Beach, on Aluminium, Aluminium Beach |
| The sunshine in your eyes
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| It withers like bluebottle flies coming out of cans on the beach
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| They’ll beseech you, they’ll bewitch you
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| They’ll beseech you, they’ll bewitch you they’ll beseech you
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| To come on down to Aluminium Beach
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| Aluminium Beach, to Aluminium Beach
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| Aluminium, to Aluminium, Aluminium, Aluminium Beach. |
| Aluminium Beach |