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So much goin on these days, forget about instinct, it's not what pays.
Pleasure, up and down my smile:
1. A carton of eggs think.
2. It's all worthwhile.
Tell me spirit, what has not been done? I'll rush out and do it.
Or are we doin it now?
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Fissure is the thrill of the day, forget about feeling, that's not what pays.
But you know, all of this can change.
Remember the promise as a kid you made.
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We are the innovators.
They are the imitators.
Come on, hey don't you know how we started...
We forgot about love, but weren't brokenhearted.
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