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Waste and want not what you advertise

I go to bed and dream of dancing girls

Alive gone wrong

I will recall beauty

And I will not fall from the cloud

One two three four five fingers on my hand will say

So long good-bye adieu my friend it's later than

You think

One more riddle left to answer for

It's you and I that have to laugh about the plans

We made

Fight for control contest of rules

Hang in and wait for your turn

One two three four five senses you can recognize

There being more to penetrate the sea behind your skin

If it rains wear a raincoat

If you get wet well that happens

Now look inside your eyes and find a way

To see the will of men and deeds who complement

Your love

How can life be lived inside the head we roam in gangs

Long enough to criticize our birth

Born to a world model

Glue has not yet come unstuck

One two three four five and six and seven ways

Or more

To move and choose the soul mates for your sentencing

Life term