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As quickly as the August you arrived |
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Miles from everywhere and still survived |
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Some of the time quite lost |
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Find your spot |
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The mind that builds the soul must form a face |
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A character and ego out of place |
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Other times a target |
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On your mark |
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Seek not for to rehabilitate |
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Try hard to stop and not stop to concentrate |
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And nothing could be finer, yeah |
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In Asia Minor, yeah |
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The devil in the china, yeah |
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As slowly as the January snow |
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Miles from everywhere and you must know |
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The part that you hate and like |
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Hates to like |
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Be prepared for what's lurking outside |
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I am poised with silver bullets |
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But nothing could be finer, yeah |
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In Asia Minor, yeah |
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The devil in the china, yeah |