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Another waste of time |
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Another sort of step along the way |
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A waste of time |
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A waste but an interest in delay |
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Was it all of a waste |
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Or was it fun |
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People fly far away |
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A waste of time |
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Almost not too clear a lesson not to play |
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Exercice perhaps in sensual decay |
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Hard to love and to see how the land lay |
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How to love, what to say |
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Gliding across thin ice |
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With nothing left to say |
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Gliding across thin ice |
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With nothing left to say |
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Gliding across thin ice |
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With nothing, nothing left to say |
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A waste of time |
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At least some company along the way |
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Great visions |
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Perhaps too fast too bright but anyway |
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And I'll be what you be |
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You wanna say |
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You think you wanna say |
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Gliding across thin ice |
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With nothing left to say |
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Gliding across thin ice |
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With nothing left to say |
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Gliding across thin ice |
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With nothing, nothing left to say |
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How to love and to see how the land lay |
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How to laugh, what to say |
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Gliding across thin ice |
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With nothing left to say |
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Gliding across thin ice |
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With nothing left to say |
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Gliding across thin ice |
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With nothing, nothing left to say |
