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Things go wrong when I trust them |
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In my naive way I love them |
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Like you told me to love them |
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I abide by man made rules |
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And am a picture of all fools |
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I have a border of white clues |
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I use the formulae of everyday |
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In the floods I stay and get washed away |
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People talk in nothing |
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With a reverence in a something |
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And my heart beats on with indifference |
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To the lessons of attrition |
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I am a picture of all fools |
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I have a border of white clues |
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I use the formulae of everyday |
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In the floods I stay and get washed away |
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formulae of everyday |
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In the floods I stay and get washed away |
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formulae of everyday |
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In the floods I stay and get washed away |
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formulae of everyday |
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In the floods I stay and get washed away |
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formulae of everyday |
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In the floods I stay |