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You think the birds are pretty
and you sleep eight hours a night.
And I'm fog, out of the city,
and still you stake it all.
And trains stop for you and so do the girls,
when you run your fingers through your hair.
But resistance is futile..
and you sleep eight hours a night.
And I'm fog, out of the city,
and still you stake it all.
And trains stop for you and so do the girls,
when you run your fingers through your hair.
But resistance is futile..
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