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Me Lack Space... - Faust |
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Me lack space in the spirit |
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The weakday is five stories high |
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And the deafening different distance |
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Between the brown bread breakdown and you |
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Is a delicate delight |
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Crush cast |
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Just imagine your impossible impressions |
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Merchant mercy: message |
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From morning to night |
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Hey Miss Brown |
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Object to the oak |
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You ought to turn the page |
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Take a peculiar pen and write |
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Your own instant |
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If some body talks to you |
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Apply for proves |
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Now |
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Don't the satisfied with a lack |
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Everytime you say goodbye |
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You die a little |
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Don't take root |
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Don't retire |
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Paint the painful page |
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Otherwise you only ought to track the outline review |
