If I wrote a novel
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I could hardly hide you in it
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there is little space in it
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for your style, you know
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I don't have novels
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I would just keep repeating
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a few sentences and the world is made of them
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try to understand me.
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Listen, I'd rather write a few bars
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I'll let you think about it
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that they will be played somewhere
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a dream is a dream
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but you are one of those facts
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for which it is perhaps worth
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to write scores for it.
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Literary department
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about a thousand chapters
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endless work of style
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what with this
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i would lose in the novels
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what I find in the scores
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something won't hide in them right away
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there i know about you
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Listen, I'd rather write a few bars
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I'll let you think about it
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that they will be played somewhere
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a dream is a dream
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but you are one of those facts
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for which it is perhaps worth
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to write scores for it.
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Listen, I'd rather write a few bars
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I'll let you think about it
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that they will be played somewhere
|
a dream is a dream
|
but you are one of those facts
|
for which it is perhaps worth
|
to write scores for it.
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Listen, I'd rather write a few bars
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I'll let you think about it
|
that they will be played somewhere
|
a dream is a dream
|
but you are one of those facts
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for which it is perhaps worth
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to write scores for it. |