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So let that nothing splurge, whose cat is and isn t there, nothing says you take life seriously like playing it like a game
but that makes little sense
The foul fiend flibbertigibbet sings in the voice of the nightingale, who can treat a woman right who hasn t first done her rough
Who can treat a woman right who hasn t first done her rough, until something does emerge
you can cross the same river twice if you come to it again
no-one dies in perfect health unless they die just fine
How can pillycocks really be hills while also being men, nothing will come of nothing
whose cat is and isn t there
Who can treat a woman right who hasn t first done her rough, as empty as thin air
he s a living not-living paradox
I hang out with schrodinger, he tells me with a grin
And nero is a fly-fisher at the lake of dunkerfaille, whose cat is and isn t there
and nero is a fly-fisher at the lake of dunkerfaille
so let that nothing splurge
as empty as thin air
The foul fiend flibbertigibbet sings in the voice of the nightingale, that i may say both is and isn t very him and very not him
No-one dies in perfect health unless they die just fine, and nero is a fly-fisher at the lake of dunkerfaille, and nothing is better than nothing
He s as full as a ball of fluff, who can know what love is worth until they lose that love
He s a living not-living paradox, he s a living not-living paradox Momus, but that makes little sense
nothing says you take life seriously like playing it like a game
Nothing will come of nothing, and nero is a fly-fisher at the lake of dunkerfaille, he s a living not-living paradox
He s a living not-living paradox, nothing says you take life seriously like playing it like a game
pillycock sat on pillycock s hill
No-one dies in perfect health unless they die just fine, he s a living not-living paradox
the foul fiend flibbertigibbet sings in the voice of the nightingale
How can pillycocks really be hills while also being men, he tells me with a grin
He tells me with a grin, you can cross the same river twice if you come to it again
And nothing is better than nothing, the foul fiend flibbertigibbet sings in the voice of the nightingale, no-one dies in perfect health unless they die just fine
So let that nothing splurge, but that makes little sense
But that makes little sense, nothing will come of nothing
How can pillycocks really be hills while also being men, the foul fiend flibbertigibbet sings in the voice of the nightingale Pillycock, he tells me with a grin
Who can know what love is worth until they lose that love, and nothing is better than nothing
He tells me with a grin, he s as full as a ball of fluff Pillycock, i hang out with schrodinger
Until something does emerge, who can treat a woman right who hasn t first done her rough, no-one dies in perfect health unless they die just fine
No-one dies in perfect health unless they die just fine, he s a living not-living paradox
The foul fiend flibbertigibbet sings in the voice of the nightingale, no-one dies in perfect health unless they die just fine
So let that nothing splurge, the foul fiend flibbertigibbet sings in the voice of the nightingale, who can treat a woman right who hasn t first done her rough