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Gravitated towards a taste |
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For foreign films and modern plays |
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But that machine could only |
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Bend to squares five to six times |
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Before your fingers came unwired |
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Weights down so that you could move forwards, forwards |
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And you could move forwards, forwards |
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Pinch to snub that restless nerve |
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And knock the wind from one last urge |
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With two fingers a rock glass |
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Time passed and that was that |
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Quite a slip, a loosened grasp |
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Weights down so that you could move forwards, forwards |
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And you could move forwards, forwards |
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What a way to cut lengthwise |
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What a way to cut lengthwise |
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What a way to cut lengthwise |
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What a way to cut lengthwise |
