...In the Spirit
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Me lack space in the spirit The weekday is five stories high And the deafening different distance Between the brown bread breakdown And you Is a delicate delight Crush cost Just imagine your impossible impressions Merchant mercy : message From morning to night Hey miss brown Object to the oak You ought to turn the page Take a peculiar pen and write Your own instant If somebody talks to you Apply for proofs Now Don't be satisfied with a lack Everytime you say goodbye You die a little Don't take roots! Don't retire! Paint the painful page Otherwise you only ought to track the outline review Put on your socks Before you put on your shoes Watch out Mad dog is running loose You've got two cars You've got ten fingers But it's never you It must be others Sleeping tight Thinking of the past I wonder how long Is this gonna last?