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♪ Six-page sheets, worn out bounties, empty grids ♪
♪ Better call it a blur, troubled minds, our worlds collide ♪
♪ And we need not to shed spires, as crystal clear, a world of men ♪
♪ Then when you say my name, yes we feel alike ♪
♪ We're never gonna change, inseparable ♪