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He don't see now you don't see the heaps of elevation in me |
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No one gave me time or rhythm |
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I don't give you mine |
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Intricacies, intricacies |
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Sees as deep into anything |
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Help me son cuz you will give me mine in further intimacy |
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In a steady set up scene |
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The lights are closing in on thee |
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Who is this that stands right up to time and closes in |
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Endless hearsay, listen hearsay, |
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Apples gleam in riches' filthy |
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Heaven give me signs for |
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I'm inclined eternally |
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You don't hear now she don't hear the sound of music in your ears |
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Arrows point at those that dictate black to you and me |
