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Diane, I know that I'm just a baby. |
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I've found the door, it makes sense to me. |
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In my room with curtains drawn. |
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In my world, there's something wrong. |
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Black timing, I see the truth. |
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In my lodging, I've thought it through. |
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And I suppose you put the needle on the record. |
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When there's a setting sun, it takes strength to remember. |
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The aftermath, the smiling bag. |
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That the lodge is black. |
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Where's Pulaski at? |
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Where's Jacobi at? |
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I was told, twenty years ago, |
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On the Northern shore, |
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Bob unfolds. |
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No more, I implore. |