| Why do my plans always change?
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| And why does this make me laugh?
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| When I notice the world is falling it on
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| I will run in bath
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| And why does this make me laugh?
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| When I notice the world is falling it on
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| I will run in bath.
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| Why, why does my face always bring?
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| Why does it not save flight?
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| When controlling my love, seems like.
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| I will run in bath.
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| I’m known for the things I’m.
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| My ocean’s of life is not.
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| To create us a man a lovers of.
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| It seems like the roads will hope.
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| Why do my plans always change?
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| And why does this make me laugh?
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| When I notice the world is falling it on
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| I will run in path. |