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it's too coolto get something donetoo many things move fast
I can't quite get a grip at lastand all the stars don't shineand all the stars don't shineand all the walls fall downand all the fish get drownedhere it comescan't you hear the sound of itjust like a big brass drumand some cunts always scratching itjust like a voice is painjust like the taste is pain
I wish that I could flyyou have to learn to flyshe's singing to herselfas she's singing in herselfand she walk right up to youas she walk all over youdon't turn off
I don't expect, I just accept
I'm happy in my boxyou got to see the box upstairsand the sun don't shineand all the stars don't shineand all the walls fall downand all the fish get drownedshe's singing to herselfas she's singing in herselfand she walk right up to youas she walk all over you
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