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At five and six |
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Even as a child you felt the terror of the infinite |
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Stencilling your diagrams of trilogies and pyramids on the face of the infinite |
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And sing about a poetess, hyacinth around her feet |
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That it will never come again is what makes our life so sweet |
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Do you agree or disagree? |
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There's a gap between what a man wants |
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And what a man will receive |
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The sun has set on me |
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There's a gap between what a man wants |
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And what a man believes |
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You saved the game |
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And Escobar came from the grave |
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To warn you with a bloody hand to never try and make the band |
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Said like a blister under sole, the body will heal any hole |
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The body gradually transform and lose its features one by one |
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Until it is as beautiful as the wind before a storm |
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Do you agree or disagree? |
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There's a gap between what a man wants |
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And what a man will receive |
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The sun has set on me |
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There's a gap between what a man wants |
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And what a man believes |
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The sticks smash on the flatbed |
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Boys tour the town, victorious in war |
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The sticks smash on the flatbed |
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Boys on the ball |
