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He's almost |
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part of a different side of life |
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rudely inspected |
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silent, fragile in himself. |
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He's just another fool |
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with his simple mind |
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who's not used |
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just to act like anyone |
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he's heaping up all this useless stuff |
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instead of working. |
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He enjoys living |
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means living in another world |
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quite unusual |
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but in keeping with himself. |
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He's just another fool |
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with his simple mind |
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who's not used |
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just to act like anyone |
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he's heaping up all this useless stuff |
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instead of working. |
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He's creating |
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strange appliances he invents |
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all the people |
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are just wondering. |
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When he's all alone |
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and he locked the door |
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something new |
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something strange |
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is happening there |
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you never would believe |
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that he could conceive |
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humankind's dream. |
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And so he's living |
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just in keeping with himself |
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he knows that one day |
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he'll fly |