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I was feeling nostalgic for the days when |
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My thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling. |
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I remember the feeling of the museless existence |
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Of the drunk, bored and listless, |
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Endless waiting for something that I knew wasn't coming. |
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And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. |
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Seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. |
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Seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. |
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Seems these days I'm captive in this- |
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I was up to my neck in motivation neglect when |
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I felt soft waves of purpose crashing onto the surface. |
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I was feeling nostalgic for the days when |
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My thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling. |
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I remember the feeling |
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And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. |
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Seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. |
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Seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. |
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Seems these days I'm captive in this- |
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