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me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave academic factory You'll find me in the matinee, the of the matinee better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's mine
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You mention something that you like Or how have a happy life if you did the things you like
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Find me and follow me corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this factory You'll find me in the matinee, of the matinee better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
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