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To begin but not complete, to sleep but not to wake |
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To always be lost and to never find the way |
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No thoughts or memory, no hope or tragedy |
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A mirror awaits to a reflection of the face |
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To hit the ground and know the sound, trial by mistake |
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Deaths of crown we wear around, a smile on a face |
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They will never hate or lie |
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They will never break or try |
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They will never break or cry |
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They will never wave goodbye |
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A silence that would not break, loss of a face |
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The face of a woman that arrives much too late |
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I break down and she sees the clowns that used to hide away |
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Death to clowns and all their crowns, a smile on their face |
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They will never break or cry |
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They will never hate or lie |
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They will never say or smile |
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They will never break or cry |
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Neenah Menasha will wait |
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Neenah Menasha |
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Neenah Menasha will wait |
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I break down and she sees the clowns I used to hide away |
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Death to clowns and all their crowns and the smiles on their face |
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They will never hate or lie |
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They will never break or try |
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They will never break or cry |
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They will never wave goodbye |
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Neenah Menasha will wait |
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Neenah Menasha |
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Neenah Menasha will wait |
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Neenah Menasha will wait |
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Neenah Menasha |
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Neenah Menasha will wait |
