| Don’t expose
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| The astonishing way I chose
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| I’m going to take an overdose
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| Of really fascinating times to be
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| Confused
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| But when I’m on the loose
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| At every little time you cruise
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| On tracks inside my mind
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| Could attain
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| To any small enticing lane
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| Avoided by the rain
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| But somehow I’m in doubt when I
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| Depend
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| On sounds of a clock’s ticking hand
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| Announcing the expected end
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| Of what I plan in mind
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| Don’t expose
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| The astonishing way I chose
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| I’m going to take an overdose
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| Of really fascinating times to be
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| Confused
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| But when I’m on the loose
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| At every little time you cruise
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| On tracks inside my mind
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| I do not have a clue
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| How I’ll resist the new
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| I won’t deny my line
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| Though it will make me pine
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| For all those lovely days
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| Spreading enchanting grace
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| Confusing me
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| At the end of the time you will see
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| The solid ground we’ll meet
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| Will hold your trembling feet
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| For a tremendous time
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| I will increase your smile
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| It will fulfil my days
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| With an unsurpassed grace
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| And all its dignity
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| Will feed the pride in me |