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There is no comparison |
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Between things about to have been |
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Missing the point of our mission |
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Will we become misshapen? |
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A change of heart |
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Will force the nail |
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Nailed to the door |
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To all avail |
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There are no divisions |
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Between things about to collide |
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Hitting the floor with our vision |
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A focus at some point arrives |
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A change of mind |
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Will force the nail |
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To hit the head |
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And set the sail |
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A change of skin |
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Will shed the tail |
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Hung on the wall |
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For use again |
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A change of heart |
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Will force the nail... |
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(there is no comparison |
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Between things about to have been) |
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Smash the pig |
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This pork is mine |
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I'm pining for the pork |
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Of the porcupine |
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I'd best be on my best behaviour |
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Best behave yourself you hear |
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There are silent ways of wishing now |
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Wish i had what's turning round |
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Round the corridor |
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There are people there |
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Through the peephole i can see me down |
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Very nice |
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Some pressure feelings |
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You know how you hope |
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For something to hope for |
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There |
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What is that paper there |
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Paper is a collander |
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Collander's picking holes in me |
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He's ________ the holy water there |
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Water's paper like an impure________ |
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A strange moment as your ______________ |
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__________________ |
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Paper is a collander |
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Collander is picking holes in me |
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Suck the pig this pork is mine |
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'pining for the pork of the porcupine |
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_______________ find out |
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I'm beginning to see the light |
