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No no no, you can’t get next to the man,
between the man and the fact of the man.
There is a space that could shipwreck your heart;
there’s an expanse that cannot be spanned.
You can’t get next to the man,
you can’t get next to the man:
there is [an anger] making a speck out of [???].
You can’t get next to the man,
you can’t get next to the man,
but deal with that space and talk to that man,
tell him there are brighter times passing you by;
time to pull yourself together with my man.