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the multitude excites, the flags are flownby fireside the programme startsand i am running through this madnessand all the time i can't relatewe sit around in rooms we talk our fearsasking why we should go ongod i try to make ends meet the best i canplaying rhythms out of timefar from the multitudes a few will always standthey don't fit in they don't belong - move on, move on this waywithin disorder i assume my rolelaugh and cry as i accepteternal indolence through ages'til restless souls begin to wakeperfection within decades of dissatisfaction and disillusiona means to no end, a means to no end
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