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Miniature Alas! |
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We don't need choir in our voice |
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We don't need puzzle in our face |
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Or feelings in our face |
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Or feeling in our face re-mapped |
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I don't need science in my love |
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I don't need everybody's hope |
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I don't need god beside a culture shock |
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Or waves of maternal elope |
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This is a time not to be forgotten but never craved |
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I don't need answers nor a secretary |
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Nor a wooden frame |
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Hey did you see the old bazaar |
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Did it crumble over time |
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Hey did you open up the wine |
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The comma breaks the colour dye |
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Miniature Alas! |
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We don't need choir in our voice |
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We don't need puzzle in our face |
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All figures in our place collapse |
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We don't need science in our love |
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We don't need everybody's hope |
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We're never slept so sound and with delight |
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We own our heart attack |
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Hey did you see the old bazaar |
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Did it crumble over time |
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Hey did you open up the wine |
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The comma breaks the colour dye |
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Miniature Alas! |
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We don't need choir in our voice |
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We don't need puzzle in our face |
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Or future dictators re-hashed |
