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I knew this man, he had some kind of fatal affliction.<br />Each day, a tiny particle, a small drop of his soul, leaked or<br />escaped into the air, out beyond the insipid the gray sky and<br />into dead space.<br />The paranormal specialist could find no way to plug the tiny perforations<br />which dripped his spirit behind him as he went on down the highway.<br /><br />Fall in love with me, fall in love with me<br />It's not impossible<br />Fall in love with me, fall in love with me<br />It's not impossible<br /><br />It was attributed to hashish and opium addiction, excessive womanizing,<br />lashings of money and flattery, and a charmed, but not charming life.<br />Who can describe the agony of this gradual soul depletion?<br />Too cowardly to take his own life, he roamed the cafes and cabarets<br />searching out other wretches who shared his most hideous malady,<br />and they spent their days in sophistry and idle banter, as their <br />essence oozed, and the void moved ever closer.<br /><br />Fred, the man, charlatan bastard, poor piteous doomed puppet,<br />immersed himself in these vices, but this only exacerbated his<br />demise more rapidly. <br />Eventually he could derive pleasure from nothing, the most lurid<br />pornography or the most holy scriptures failed to arouse him from his<br />stupor, his boredom.<br />Great cities, or the endless beautiful plains stretched out before<br />his jaded gaze and disappeared into the nothingness of his feeling.
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I knew this man, he had some kind of fatal affliction.<br />Each day, a tiny particle, a small drop of his soul, leaked or<br />escaped into the air, out beyond the insipid the gray sky and<br />into dead space.<br />The paranormal specialist could find no way to plug the tiny perforations<br />which dripped his spirit behind him as he went on down the highway.<br /><br />Fall in love with me, fall in love with me<br />It's not impossible<br />Fall in love with me, fall in love with me<br />It's not impossible<br /><br />It was attributed to hashish and opium addiction, excessive womanizing,<br />lashings of money and flattery, and a charmed, but not charming life.<br />Who can describe the agony of this gradual soul depletion?<br />Too cowardly to take his own life, he roamed the cafes and cabarets<br />searching out other wretches who shared his most hideous malady,<br />and they spent their days in sophistry and idle banter, as their <br />essence oozed, and the void moved ever closer.<br /><br />Fred, the man, charlatan bastard, poor piteous doomed puppet,<br />immersed himself in these vices, but this only exacerbated his<br />demise more rapidly. <br />Eventually he could derive pleasure from nothing, the most lurid<br />pornography or the most holy scriptures failed to arouse him from his<br />stupor, his boredom.<br />Great cities, or the endless beautiful plains stretched out before<br />his jaded gaze and disappeared into the nothingness of his feeling.
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