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It was very late last night |
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I sat at the radio |
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Dialing from left to right |
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Why I do not know |
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I heard a man in a voice low |
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And sweet with circumspection |
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Say innocent listener don't you know |
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The flame is its own reflection |
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The flame is its own reflection |
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He turned me on off I turned him |
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We tuned out all direction |
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I sat alone my head aswim |
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The flame is its own reflection! |
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The flame is its own reflection! |
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The universe is nought but sound |
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Sound is its own perfection |
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Mind is the only truth I've found |
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The flame is its own reflection! |
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The flame is its own reflection! |
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I sat alone my head aswim |
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The flame is its own reflection! |
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Mind is the only truth I've found |
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The flame is its own reflection! |
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Mind is the only truth I've found |
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The flame is its own reflection! |
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The flame is its own reflection! |
