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when first we build this time machine what was lost could now be found here why are we living on the edge when now we know the earth’s a round sphere? pendulum a pendulum a pendulum... shooting forward all at once it will retain this energy we're left suspended in the sky from such a fragile piece of string we are breaking through this vault of false confines tomorrow its another sway it will go on and on and on... we can transform this social scene here this is reality not dreams dear we have been given everything hear to create a new extreme pendulum a pendulum a pendulum... |
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Why are we in such a big hurry? Stop and smell the roses |
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Last night as i sat by the friendly fire 4 feet on the fender then parents of action which chisel my course I saw in the flames a homelike place 4 feet on the fender |
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