| I lost one, found one
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| I went back to the beginning with it
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| The marking
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| I want more of your ideas
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| And less of your infinite
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| Looked in, I looked out
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| The placement, that would never fit
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| Forgetful, that to look is the instinct
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| But the? |
| leave? |
| takes the flesh with it
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| Don’t look at me now
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| Look at my intellect
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| The things I leave behind like footsteps
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| Ahhh look at you turning out the light
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| I lost one
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| Ahhh look at you turning out the light
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| The question
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| Ahhh look at you turning out the light
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| Lost one
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| Ahhh look at you turning out the light
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| (I lost one)
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| Don’t look at me now
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| Look at my intellect
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| The things I leave behind like footsteps
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| We place, strong things
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| Reflections, of the battle within
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| Suggesting, that the? |
| end? |
| is the action
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| That preserves what is intimate
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| Ahhh look at you turning out the light
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| I lost one
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| Ahhh look at you turning out the light
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| The question
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| Ahhh look at you turning out the light
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| Lost one
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| Ahhh look at you turning out the light
|
| (I lost one)
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| Don’t look at me now
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| Look at my intellect
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| The things I leave behind like footsteps
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| Don’t look at me now
|
| Look at my intellect
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| The things I leave behind like footsteps
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| I lost one
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| The question
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| Lost one
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| Lost one |