Like a machine that's to know,
you never know what I mean.
Every place that you'll be,
will mean nothing along to me!
Hah!
Two steps along,
that you'll never belong.
Every place that you'll be
will mean nothing along to me. [x7.4]
Sounds to me like the desert sands to belong to cream.
Everybody will know exactly what I mean along to me.
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