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I can't feel anything, I don't respond to pleasure or pain, a vapid void, neglected toy, saturate in shame |
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Is it better than, better than the rest or does this end with abruptness, shallow at best |
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I don't know anyone, I don't know anything but this, met with either the calm or massive resistance |
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And at the end of your everyday disaster, does it keep getting faster |
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Awaiting patiently as the circle completes, it's finally coming around, but when the smoke has cleared it's been another year |
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Of wasting and running around |
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I don't know anyone, I don't know anything but this, met with either the calm or massive resistance |
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And at the end of your everyday disaster, does it keep getting faster |
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Awaiting patiently as the circle completes, it's finally coming around, but when the smoke has cleared it's been another year |
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Of wasting and running and finally coming around |
