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When the contact high from the real life adventures wear off,you find, in the tiny moments that bomb, your old files rain down from the sky. |
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And would they fall down, like cymbal crashes, would the alarm bell sound? |
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Would your eyelashes keep all this in time? |
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If not, I won't mind...it can be impractical. |
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So can you tell me why in every version of the events shown here,there's another season that crawls by like years, from blown speakers clear? |
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It came out magical. |
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Just a contact high, one in every mood |
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I've ever declined to fight, one in every single exchange you might find. |
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From blown speakers, time came out magical. |
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It came out magical, out from blown speakers. |
