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i'm building a high rise, the cost of livingis child sized, i can't shake the thought of givingsometimes, we all need a taste of the seasonsbut lately i just want a chance to break even science is something i left under the stairs worn at the corners, it's the gray in my hairthis science is one thing i know i'll leave theretoo heavy to carry, we don't even carebut i'llmake our bed below these ceiling lightsi could build it all if the sand was stoneturn this iron rust into nickel chromei would build it all but i'm out of sticks,made this makeshift nest and i hope it fits Aus Songtexte Mania