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| present consolation |
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| there's nothing we can do about power but pretend it's democratic |
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| i just don't want to go. it's cold and dangerous out in the city. i just want to curl up with humboldt and hide away. |
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| man made a monster |
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| a new world |
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| somehow you want everything to just Stop! all fall Down! and then pop back up like it was all a game of children. |
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| the secret life's the one that intrigues me. the one where freedom is. |
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| watching my shadow like a sundial yesterday |
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| yes i'm afraid afraid of my culture you would be too wouldn't you be if you were me. |
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