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The Boundaries Of Good Taste 2
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Concerning certain borders
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It is known and one must understand
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That they tend to fluctuate
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You said to me a drink in hand
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I was lost in thought
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It seemed to be the only suitable place
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For such a conversation
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There was no better one
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Myself I was uncertain
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If we'd stay at all
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Our words become softer
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Till they disappear like sketches
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In the sand but all the same
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There is no life without shame
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Now that distant ships are on a ground
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You cannot ever live it down
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It can't be any secret when
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I tend to drift off now and then
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It happens more and more these days
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And all my nerves are worn away
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It all can (?) disorder
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When you can't set any borders
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And concerning certain borders
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It is known and one must understand
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That they mostly fluctuate
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You said to me a Sprite in hand
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I was lost in thought
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It seemed to be the only suitable place
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For such a conversation
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There was no better one
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Myself I was uncertain
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If we'd stay at all
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The Boundaries Of Good Taste 2(¿µ¾î¹öÀü)
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