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Trials of Early Man
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That Ship Has Sailed, Old Friend
When that jaw snapped shut my hand retracted and I stood back The heavy mixture of ambition and the art of the possible Because we're all still counting our lucky stars Dizzy, managing our own affairs
And while I might expect to feel wretched, somehow I'm still emerging unscathed
I'll be lense, medieval mirror's mirror
I'll be the vector, hanging around Go back to the blueprint The liberal education didn't quite work out as planned I'll be lense, medieval mirror's mirror I'll be the vector, hanging around Fall down insipid, with a limited grasp of what's good for you
Growing terror, the suspicion everybody has about everybody else And always symptomless That wild horse has bolted, that ship has sailed old friend Because we're all still counting our lucky stars Dizzy, managing our own affairs Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And while I might expect to feel wretched, somehow I'm still emerging unscathed
I'll be lense, medieval mirror's mirror I'll be the vector, hanging around Go back to the blueprint The liberal education didn't quite work out as planned I'll be lense, medieval mirror's mirror I'll be the vector, hanging around Fall down insipid, with a limited grasp of what's good for you
I'll be lense, medieval mirror's mirror I'll be the vector, hanging around Go back to the blueprint The liberal education didn't quite work out as planned I'll be lense, medieval mirror's mirror I'll be the vector, hanging around Fall down insipid, with a limited grasp of what's good for you
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