| I’m halfway, fully, nearly close to just beyond it
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| Right beside and just a hair’s breadth, in between, next to and closer
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| I’m approximately, roughly, more or less, about exactly
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| Almost close by and adjacent
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| Handy local, within hailing but the cloud then passes over
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| And you’re vague aloof and distant, isolated and secluded
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| Far flung, far off and remote, you’re faint and hazy indistinct
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| Your pigtail has been dipped in ink, dipped in ink, dipped in ink
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| Reserved you wander unattached
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| Till the sun comes out at last
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| Somehow, you comprehend and I’m becoming conscious again
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| I’m becoming conscious again
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| Unconscious again, I’m conscious again
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| Unconscious again, I’m conscious again
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| Unconscious again, I’m conscious again
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| Unconscious again, unconscious again
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| Appreciate, grasp and recognize our mutually proximate prize
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| And if the stars line up tonight
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| Then you and I will be all right
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| If the planets don’t align
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| You go your way, I’ll go mine
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| I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t mind
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| Your pigtail dipped in ink, I’m conscious again
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| Unconscious again, your pigtail dipped in ink
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| I’m conscious again, unconscious again
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| Your pigtail dipped in ink, I’m conscious again
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| Unconscious again, your pigtail dipped in ink
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| I’m conscious again, unconscious again
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| Your pigtail dipped in ink
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| Dipped in ink, dipped in ink
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| Your pigtail dipped in ink
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| I’m conscious again, unconscious again
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| Your pigtail dipped in ink
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| I’m conscious again, unconscious again
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| Your pigtail dipped in ink
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| I’m conscious again, unconscious again
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| Your pigtail dipped in ink
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| I’m conscious again, unconscious again
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| Your pigtail |