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