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sleepin in your bed |
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all the pores are shoutin |
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like minstrels lost on wasteland wide |
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recalling all the words |
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told by thick and blind-fold |
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unwanted stars |
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deep into the gray |
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little subtle spies |
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have coloured creep into delight |
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then seats turn hot seats |
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they won't stop talking |
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until your star's falling |
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star's falling |
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they're so hungry |
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they're so hungry |
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with eyes of dazzlin bright |
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they're so hungry |
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they're so hungry |
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can't tell you why |
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they're so hungry |
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they're so hungry |
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with eyes of dazzling bright |
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they're so hungry |
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they're so hungry |
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but why should I? |
