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Lyricist: The Most Serene Republic
Lyrics:
It was in a room fiction One beat to the bed Mystery at my slave Give my chains some keys, dear Reality is crumbling
(From) Misuse, misuse Oh, can't you see that efficiency can't free you To dash the corpus with duo Be L but in binding Y instead
Into foolishness I go Far from impulse and out To neurasthenia for all
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