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Eugene

going, going, going ...
an army of strangers / modern life.
people / power
going... humming through the streets / modern life.
there lies your secret: too many fears
eugene / genius gene
one to remember: you have too many fears / modern life.

but if you want to pay me evil
I hear the sound of a magic tune
and if you want to play me evil
I play you all in the furies of my life

skillfully drawn and inventive
change my fuse / modern life.
my life as a saint is in danger
if you weep in autum
time's a shy variety

going, going, going, going ...
what an army of strangers
phoney! phoneys! / modern life.
people / power
going humming through the streets
too many fears!
there lies your secret: too many fears / modern life.
eugene, you genius gene: can I trust you!?


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