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When it should learn to speak before it melts away |
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And thus express that each have words no one else will say |
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I have been floated to this thought this hour |
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On a series of events i cannot explain |
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Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power |
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That what it would effect that will not remain |
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A light shines through a little hole the hole's inside somewhere |
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The spiracle's obedience it is true, i swear |
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I have been floated to this thought this hour |
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On a series of events i cannot explain |
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Gather your with, your will, your luck, your power |
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That what it would effect that will not remain |
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If one claims to know the way let fashion be his bride |
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And more akin to welcome in to being forced inside |
