illogical song
day source is scorn it's slimming all around forgets-me-not above the where we stood
or lay of course you'd better lie to me in any other language understood
percentage of unequal goes down with every clap and high of what you see
around what I am while someone knocks at the between when to be with or be
without to be a perfect winter comes again away like furs from where you straight
to camden where you straight to camden where you straight to camden where you straight to camdenwhere youstraight to camdenwhereyoustraighttocamdenwhereyoustraighttocamden where he's not living anymore since then nor either
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