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Alias & Tarsier
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Cub
One afternoon on the train There was a child sitting beside me Smearing the glass With his face and hands
Let's look for things to do He said, 'I can show you 10 ways to fold a letter' 'Or can you curl your tongue like this?' 'I can.'
Curiosity clings It's a roof weather tight For this only son He's buried in himself while Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The world goes up for sale
Sitting beside him It's like when a dog smiles The wait is never long And conquering grows futile
While the world's for sale He's buried in himself I would sooner believe this star Not nearly 3 feet tall
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