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I'm halfway, fully, nearly, close to just beyond it |
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Right beside and just a hair's breadth, in between, next to and closer |
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I'm approximately, roughly, more or less, about exactly |
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Almost close by and adjacent |
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Handy local, within hailing |
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But the cloud then passes over |
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And you're vague aloof and distant |
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Isolated and secluded |
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Far flung, far off and remote |
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You're faint and hazy indistinct |
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Your pigtail has been dipped in ink |
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Dipped in ink |
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Dipped in ink |
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Reserved you wander unattached, |
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Till the sun comes out at last |
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Somehow, you comprehend, and I'm becoming conscious again |
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I'm becoming conscious again |
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Unconscious again |
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I'm conscious again |
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Unconscious again |
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I'm conscious again |
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Unconscious again |
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I'm conscious again |
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Unconscious again |
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Unconscious again |
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Appreciate, grasp, and recognize our mutually proximate prize |
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And if the stars line up tonight |
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Then you and I will be all right |
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If the planets don't align |
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You go your way, I'll go mine |
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I don't mind |
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I don't mind |
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I don't mind |
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Your pigtail dipped in ink |
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I'm conscious again |
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Unconscious again |
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Your pigtail dipped in ink |
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I'm conscious again |
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Unconscious again |
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Your pigtail dipped in ink |
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I'm conscious again |
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Unconscious again |
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Your pigtail dipped in ink |
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I'm conscious again |
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Unconscious again |
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Your pigtail dipped in ink |
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Dipped in ink, dipped in ink |
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Your pigtail dipped in ink |
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I'm conscious again |
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Unconscious again |
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Your pigtail |