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In a days for days |
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Let normality blur the vision |
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Perseverance in trauma |
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Falter, I ought take it in my stride |
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See the bitter narcoleptic |
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Sperm, a downer narcoleptic |
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I'm bursting with intention |
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Till the cause hits the horizon |
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The buck's too hot to handle |
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When it's there to be passed |
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See the bitter narcoleptic |
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Dead eye, red eyed narcoleptic |
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Construct a weightless world |
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To hold aloft my shoulders |
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Actions do speak louder than words |
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But inaction leaves me undisturbed |
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Reach a right place, the finer trappings of a |
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Barely functioning being |
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Construct a weightless world |
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To hold aloft my shoulders[Incomprehensible] |
