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This alert is the color of a shirt that you cannot use |
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When you're wrapped uptight in your own little world |
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Could you move your cocoon |
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Zombies lost in a dungeon fog stagger through the street |
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Trying in vain to sharpen the attack |
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To get the juice from concentrate |
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The bubble broke, thoughts ran out, now they all run free |
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I guess I let it wander too far |
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Please let me know if you see my absent mind, my absent mind |
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I'm a stick figure, I'm a blank slate filled and erased |
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Overload the fuses, senses stand still, stare into space |
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And let the lights dim |
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When a title wave of information rolls over you |
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It can make you lose your place |
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Where was I.....oh yeah..... |
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Would you be aware if there was something in the air |
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The bubble broke, thoughts ran out, now they all run free |
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I guess I let it wander too far |
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Please let me know if you see my absent mind, my absent mind |
