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What is the nature of this? |
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A standard always amorphic |
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Strange, how easy to list: |
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Routine tediously cyclic |
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I don't know where I get it from |
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I rely so much on expectation |
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Castles of air amidst this very sober reason |
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Yes I profess abnegation |
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But never you mind; |
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Great hopes, little one, I'll bear your delusion |
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I admit that no one is sovereign |
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Not even I |
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No, I don't even try |
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I admit that no one is sovereign |
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Not even I |
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No, I don't even try |
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And never you mind -- I've asked nothing of you |
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Nothing which lies at your promise behest |
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Never has nothing rang true |
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I don't know where I get it from |
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I rely so much on expectation |
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Castles of air amidst this very sober reason |
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Yes I profess abnegation |
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But never you mind; |
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Great hopes, little one, I'll bear your delusion |
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Master all by easy hand, |
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I commit no act of violence |
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Marching to the strike of fragile cadence |
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And I see you in the corner, distressed |
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Somehow I'm not impressed |
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I admit that no one is sovereign |
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Not even I |
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No, I don't even try |
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I admit that no one is sovereign |
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Not even I |
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No, I don't even try |
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But I wonder, when did we decide? |
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If you're determined, I promise it's done |
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I am with you |
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Changing from nothing to one |
