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I lost one, found one |
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I went back to the beginning with it |
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The marking |
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I want more of your ideas |
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And less of your infinite |
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Looked in, I looked out |
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The placement, that would never fit |
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Forgetful, that to look is the instinct |
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But the ?leave? takes the flesh with it |
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Don't look at me now |
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Look at my intellect |
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The things I leave behind like footsteps |
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Ahhh look at you turning out the light |
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I lost one |
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Ahhh look at you turning out the light |
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The question |
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Ahhh look at you turning out the light |
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Lost one |
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Ahhh look at you turning out the light |
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(I lost one) |
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Don't look at me now |
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Look at my intellect |
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The things I leave behind like footsteps |
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We place, strong things |
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Reflections, of the battle within |
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Suggesting, that the ?end? is the action |
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That preserves what is intimate |
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Ahhh look at you turning out the light |
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I lost one |
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Ahhh look at you turning out the light |
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The question |
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Ahhh look at you turning out the light |
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Lost one |
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Ahhh look at you turning out the light |
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(I lost one) |
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Don't look at me now |
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Look at my intellect |
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The things I leave behind like footsteps |
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Don't look at me now |
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Look at my intellect |
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The things I leave behind like footsteps |
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I lost one |
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The question |
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Lost one |
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Lost one |
