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I've got something to hideI've got no time to fall in love and
I guess it's too late for me
I've got no
Inspiration
There's nothing left on my plate
What I've got
Has extraction
There's nothing left to protest
You only give me
What I've got already
I scream out
What you've heard
I might as well be
Speaking in numbers
The greatest day is ahead
The belt is broken
And I wish for
Only them to be dead
And I ask what is your problem
Diagonal words going South
They fly
Just over your head
Why are our dreams
Only valid on mid-summer nights
The insides are on fire
As I laugh
Quietly to myself
Why is better than how
Geometry is for squares
A tear is only
Part of the ocean
Synthesizers don't do
What they're said to
Conclusion lacks in
Everything
Confusion rides on the stars
It's always much too late
A circle has to end
Some time
What is a voluntary twitch
I need something that
Defies definition
The things I think that I did
Are always cause for a
National panic
Nothing ever makes sense
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