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Well matters make what they make of themselves |
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And though you wander you will live again |
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Because the minor ones we had we through |
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What else could we do? |
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And you put it lover like some baby's sigh |
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And all your mysteries will be denied |
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It's for the wisdom, when the wisdom's mine |
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What else can I do? |
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Except for looking for Jude |
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Looking for Jude |
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It's all better now |
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Looking for Jude |
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The wine is waiting is waiting so we gotta go |
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And though you're risking what you do not know |
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Like walking pieces of a broken line |
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What else can you do? |
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... And I saw the wine |
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I saw then making it it was a crime |
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A crime it's not for me |
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And I saw the love |
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I saw it fall apart it broke their hearts |
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But inside they will see ... |
