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problem i have with the soul contraptionswallowed up slowly like a bad reactionall around what you do and say while the symptom falls further awayyou live in silence but you can't describe itso what's the point of talking at all?the store bought injury.. the family canejust another boy bad at the gamethis is when you need a friend to keep you moving around'cause all your thinking has made you slowyou might be stopping out.. you knowfrustrated fireworks inside your headthere's a lit fuse smoking.. you caught insteadwhat you're dealing.. but it's just a startwas a time since your problem was a poison dartand you act like a cowboy.. whatever's in my hati'm a hardboiled hero and i'm not so badbut i didn't know when to run from thisa proud fan is gonna see you shatteri know that there really isn't anything the matternothing is gonna be crying words.. they only want their voice to be heardthey use it sometimes to show that they're aroundor they build you up a theory like the walls of a towna tired and ancient ruler right now.. the neighborhood slaves are hardly skilledopen your parachute and drop your weightfloat on down to the center and investigatei did my self requirement.. better cop out hardor i'll leave right now'cause this feeling of loving.. i felt it in my chestlike the nighttime footsteps of an unknown guesti know it wasn't me.. i wasn't moving..i felt thunder.. the rain was pouringi know it must be something wrong all this is restoringyou don't have to live in a life's mistakestay in the center and waitstay in the center and waitstay in the center and wait
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