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Say hello to your leaders. |
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There's nothing competing with them. |
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They are tongue twist and cheaters. |
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In that form they go on. -?- |
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The romantic monastic |
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Laid his hands upon my cheek again |
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You dont ask who the man is |
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Of all the pretty ones, |
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Of all the chosen ones. |
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We had a ball. |
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We had them all. |
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The young and small |
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They dont find the god beneath my wings |
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I hide them all from sinful things |
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Nothing seems to be so far from truth, and the natural laws |
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Nothing seems to be so far away. |
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Nothing seems to be so far from truth, and the natural laws |
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Nothing seems to be so far away. |
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li-le-li-la-le-li-la |
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li-de-di-la-le-li |
