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Hands are achy but I'm hanging in |
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Hear the camera's chorus hitting against |
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A drawer of letters, pictures, poems, and crafts |
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Across town two lovers tap their glasses |
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A system re-evolves strengths in size |
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Seven years again apologize |
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The Christmas season system bundles up its tiny blisters |
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feels a tingle in its gut, a thirst to be sure |
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Every pop song tells you one of two things: |
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"It's gonna be alright" or "It's nothing at all" |
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The future runs the show |
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so how does the system learn to deal with now? |
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Limbs are curled up, I'm staying in |
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I like the pride of space, but then again |
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The floor is cluttered and the walls are bare |
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If I could clean my rudders I'd set sail |
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System crashes, human cries |
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System crashes human life |
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It's just easier not acknowledging information implied |
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Leave the outdated heart traff? behind |
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Every pop song tells you one of two things: |
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"It's gonna happen" or "It's just a dream!" |
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You just can't believe the sound in the air that sings |
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Just because you're in the air |
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that doesn't mean you're flying, flying |