Well matters make what they make of themselves
And though you wander you will live again
Because the minor ones we had we through
And you put it lover like some baby's sigh
And all your mysteries will be denied
It's for the wisdom, when the wisdom's mine
Except for looking for Jude
The wine is waiting is waiting so we gotta go
And though you're risking what you do not know
Like walking pieces of a broken line
I saw then making it it was a crime
I saw it fall apart it broke their hearts
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