As the man I am, I dislike
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More purities and feelings send
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Into the extacy I hate
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Nobody controls me
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Maybe it's because nobody wants to
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Anyway
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They watch the terror
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In a maze full of gray we shall rest
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Incomplete, fictive mirror
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Enchanting the way, I do at my best
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When a man disconnects, he will lie
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A tale telling meyhem inquiries leading
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The poor suckers brain
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I'm one of those men
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But hey then again: Who's to say
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Grey is coming, a broken frame
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On the cross, my mirror
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Unattended my body decays
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A future loss, aching nearer
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Soon I'll meet the boss
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[The band is talking:]
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- Der var et eller andet, jeg syntes der var et eller andet med...
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jeg spillede helt ved siden af, jeg tunkte kun p￥ den dukke der
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- tihi
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- Jeg syn... lagde du ikke m|rke til hvor mange riffs jeg spillede forkert?
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- Jojo
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[which translates to something like:]
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[- There was something, I thought there was something about... I was]
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[playing all wrong... I was only thinking about that doll, you know]
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[- (laughing) Teehee]
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[- I thin... Didn't you notice how many riffs I played wrong?]
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[- Yeah, sure]
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A Frame Of Mind
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| Illdisposed |
