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| 3:46 | 
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Grab a handle, twist it 'til something drops
You're up when you're winning, you feel like your head's gone soft Even though we spend our time without a chorus Little twitches give him a special edge You can't understand it, transparent and soft in the head Even though we spend our time, now here's the chorus You've got all these great answers to all these great questions Take advantage of the sound, lean in to walls leading to minds You've got all these great answers to all these great questions (Still I feel them passing me by) You've got all these great answers to all these great questions (Try to understand) |
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All sons and sisters are on their own, brothers, blisters, leave when they're done
I win, you win, wherever you've gone, all sons... I am what you want to be like, they had imagined of me You are so beautiful to me, you are so wonderful to me Good practice makes it permanent, good permanent makes good practice At living like them, but they're all... |
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| 3:05 | 
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