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Something's growing under wing
I think a face is
Oh no, the are growing faces

And you're lost classically
With nose in a book
And it seems so

And this is the end
We've sought after for so
And perhaps now it's

we've found
All the dreams
Of men and
And turned them all

Our identical
Composing our

I cut the in half
And stuck a through my hair
It the back of my head glow

Golden and then I took
Ten stars on
And them in my small metal

and I gave the other
Half of the to you
Ooh, so you
Forget me I'm gone

'Cause we
All the dire
Of men and
And them all around
To them

And benefit
Our books
Our charming
Our identical
our commands

And oh, my love, we can on the sun
And wouldn't we be
in our shiny motor cars
With eyeglasses of stars
And plenty of for scenery paintings

'Cause we all the dire dreams
Of men and
And turned them all
To them

And ourselves
Our books
Our looks
Our hands
Composing our