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