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(they are worth typing out and reading, trust me)
Lyrics:
I knew this man, he had some kind of fatal affliction/Each day, a tiny particle, a small drop of his soul, leaked or escaped into the air/out beyond the insipid gray sky and into dead space./The paranormal specialist could find no way to plug the tiny perforations
which dripped his spirit behind him as he went on down the highway/
Fall in love with me
/Fall in love with me (It's not impossible)
/Fall in love with me
/Fall in love with me (It's not impossible).
It was attributed to hashish and opium addiction/excessive womanizing/lashings of money and flattery/and a charmed, but not charming life/Who can describe the agony of this gradual soul depletion? /Too cowardly to take his own life, he roamed the cafes and cabarets /searching out other wretches who shared his most hideous malady/and they spent their days in sophistry and idle banter/as their essence oozed/and the void moved ever closer.
Fred, the man/charlatan bastard, poor piteous doomed puppet/immersed himself in these vices/but this only exacerbated his demise more rapidly. Eventually, he could derive pleasure from nothing/ the most lurid pornography or the most holy scriptures failed to arouse him from his stupor, his boredom/Great cities/or the endless beautiful plains/stretched out before his jaded gaze/ and disappeared into the nothingness of his feeling.
It was attributed to hashish and opium addiction/excessive womanizing/lashings of money and flattery/and a charmed, but not charming life/Who can describe the agony of this gradual soul depletion? /Too cowardly to take his own life, he roamed the cafes and cabarets /searching out other wretches who shared his most hideous malady/and they spent their days in sophistry and idle banter/as their essence oozed/and the void moved ever closer.
Fred, the man/charlatan bastard, poor piteous doomed puppet/immersed himself in these vices/but this only exacerbated his demise more rapidly. Eventually, he could derive pleasure from nothing/ the most lurid pornography or the most holy scriptures failed to arouse him from his stupor, his boredom/Great cities/or the endless beautiful plains/stretched out before his jaded gaze/ and disappeared into the nothingness of his feeling.
