| This road never leads to nowhere
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| In the middle of right there, right where
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| It could always be worse
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| I’ve been talking to myself forever
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| Can’t decide which way is better
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| If only I was there first
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| I bid you
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| A fond farewell
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| Oh dear no never
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| Down in my mouth
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| Sometimes I like this
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| Turn in the rave
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| Flat on your back
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| Vague ideas always lead to nowhere
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| Complain, complain complaining
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| Compares to another blank verse
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| It’s a trait in the plot of every nightmare
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| Inside, I’m outside everywhere
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| It can only get worse
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| Sometimes so restless
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| Slide in sideways
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| Swim strong, swim soft
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| Not much comfort
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| Sometimes I like it
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| Unimportant things
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| Small talk trails off
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| That’s right, that’s right
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| Wayward down
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| Dismantled and all
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| Seal me in |