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On and on it goes |
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Stealing all familiar |
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Answers to the questions, |
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Defeating our intentions. |
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Erasing all the lines |
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On the timelines of our |
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Future destinations |
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And rigid occupations. |
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Every sixty seconds wasted |
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Still brings us a minute further. |
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Farther from the egg |
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The ego |
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Id |
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The question is |
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How foreign? |
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Making love I |
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Feel as though |
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I'd like to **** |
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My way into the womb |
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And spend the afternoon. |
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Stranger as you go |
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Seems the more you learn |
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The less and less |
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And less and less you know. |
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Every sixty seconds wasted |
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Still brings us a minute further. |
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Farther from the egg |
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The ego |
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Id |
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The question is |
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How foreign? |
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On and on it goes. |
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Seems the more you learn |
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The less and less |
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And less and less you know. |