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First she says |
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Why mince modes? |
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If you feel like a patient why not dress like one? |
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Then she says |
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Why can't I sleep? |
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Between icy wet white sheets for three days |
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and sink down deeper than dreams |
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Oh, I'd love that |
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I'd be a mineral deposit |
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A ball of mica inside a rock |
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I'd be a mineral deposit |
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A ball of mica inside a rock |
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Then there'd be no whistles, no radios |
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No screams |
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Then there'd be no whistles, no radios |
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No screams |
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First she says |
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Why mince modes? |
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If you feel like a patient why not dress like one? |
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Then she says |
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Why can't I sleep? |
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Between icy wet white sheets for three days |
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and sink down deeper than dreams |
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What could I say to that? |
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What could I say to that? |
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What could I say to that? |
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What could I say to that? |
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What could I say to that? |
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What could I say to that? |
