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I am prepared
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I need you intensely
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I'm falling
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losing your altitude
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I'm crying
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insane and raving madly
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But I live on in solitude.
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How could I ever learn
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from this act
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How might I perceive
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a new ghost
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My heart differs from passion
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and maybe fact
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My mind needs those...
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...eyes which look crying upon mine
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Mysteries, black and gold
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in the middle
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Saying to me
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I need your rope and line
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to pull you out a little
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Four
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| The Boxers |
