| Numbed and muddled
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| You walk these hallways
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| With faculty bathed in strychnine
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| You watch the days go by
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| In disgrace
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| Trapped in your loneliness
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| You have become nobody
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| In the midst of this town, isolated
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| You have welcomed urban emptiness
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| In the midst of the metropolis
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| You have entombed all hope
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| Free but bound to your shell
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| You wander these concrete veins
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| Remain
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| In turmoil
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| Hum that elegy
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| Bled dry and obscure
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| Anonymous
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| Stripped but ignored, you accuse this wasteland of treachery
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| Your downfall
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| So sudden
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| A lasting date with the rope
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| Psychotic and deluded
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| Death and despair
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| Rise us above the metropolis
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| You are but don’t belong
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| Break a cult of gossip
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| You are wander these lonely graves |