la la) ( La la la la la la la) People are people So why should it be? (You and I shouldn't get along) People are people So why should it be? (You should
People are people So why should it be You and I should get along so awfully People are people So why should it be You and I should get along so awfully
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: People are people So why should it be You and I should get along so awfully People are people So why should it be You and I should get along so awfully
up as I go on A special trait is that I've tried to reach all feelings So I speak a new language of love Some say that it is written in the circle Others
running off in a circle Man, I'm huddled up with my team, in other words my inner circle Fast forward a few years later Now we the fucking winner's circle
are just some mystical tale We are just a swollen belly that gave birth to Sindbad Scheherazade, we gave birth Oh, oh, to the zero, the perfect number
the others are so much easier to bear Now to see things clear it's hard enough, I know While you're waiting for reality to show Without dreamin' of the perfect
our album to a group of young people who'e also involved in the fight and they're called WEATOC from Boston Massachusetts. They're just young people schoolin' other young people
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She loves the theater but doesn't come late She'd never bother with people she'd hate That's why the lady is a
brings your way Perfection you see as your prize, oh yeah But will the circle be unbroken? You can only learn to love when you understand Accepting people as they are
up in? it's most likely you'll never get the perfect tip or learn to take hints. i want a new television 'cause my books are getting old, and i'd watch
up in? it's most likely you'll never get the perfect tip or learn to take hints i want a new television 'cause my books are getting old and i'd watch
in solitude" Trespassing the havens of night-time's temporary borders As shadows collapse in the mating of day and night, crows are circling in ominous
the others are so much easier to bear Now to see things clear, it's hard enough I know While you're waiting for reality to show Without dreaming of the perfect
front row tickets to the dead concert and you're in it icabod running out of morals for my allegory... moseying and my kind of people will only sell circles
the moon, dear drunken dungeon sailors headless Roman horsemen the king and queen are empty their heads are in the outhouse fish upon the water bowl
remember when your mouth was always open, like a stairway leading down to hell. Now your perfect body's shining, and the camera's always circling, and the boys and girls are
