| While pressing the issue at hand, a touch of steadiness upon demand would be
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| too much a request
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| A galaxy of fret imposes on me
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| Yet still there’s no one to whom this I’ve confessed
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| Now why am I nervous this time? |
| When last night I said that I’d be fine
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| Thinking it par for the course my friend said, «Listen now I’ve somewhat
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| figured out that geniuses consider the source.»
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| Hold my brand shaky hand, don’t flub
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| Not so calm for my palm, the cup rub
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| Library book with a spine
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| At this point it amounts to more than mine
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| And the index reveals the next page
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| But my precious answer does not show itself because another fool’s already
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| ripped out the stage
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| Hold my brand shaky hand, don’t flub
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| Not so calm for my palm, the cup rub
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| Don’t you dare flub
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| So what’s the point of it all?
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| I thought conflicting things before were small
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| But back when the merriment was all a mirage
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| The grip I did posess firmed up the happiness
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| Yes, the grip I did posess exhibited a mess before this here one I’m in now
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| came along |