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    "...In the Spirit" Lyrics


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    Me lack space in the spirit
    The weekday is five stories high
    And the deafening different distance
    Between the brown bread breakdown

    And you
    Is a delicate delight
    Crush cost
    Just imagine your impossible impressions

    Merchant mercy : message
    From morning to night
    Hey miss brown
    Object to the oak

    You ought to turn the page
    Take a peculiar pen and write
    Your own instant
    If somebody talks to you

    Apply for proofs
    Don't be satisfied with a lack
    Everytime you say goodbye

    You die a little
    Don't take roots!
    Don't retire!
    Paint the painful page

    Otherwise you only ought to track the outline review
    Put on your socks
    Before you put on your shoes

    Watch out
    Mad dog is running loose
    You've got two cars
    You've got ten fingers

    But it's never you
    It must be others
    Sleeping tight
    Thinking of the past

    I wonder how long
    Is this gonna last?
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Guenther Wuesthoff, Hans-Joachim Irmler, Jean-Herve Peron, Joachim Irmler Hans, Rudolf Sosna, Werner Diermaier.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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