| On some mentioning of thoughts of mid twenties tangent plots
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| Those sad feathery talks that float in on all that
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| Tattered teenage applause clapped out further with no pause
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| On collegiate palms of course their hands so soft
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| Ancient postures of awe for low level modern shocks
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| Now happening a lot like any synaptic
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| Cavalry’s typical barrage on your tired soul
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| You can not shrug it off, just start your inconsequential white withdrawal
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| It’s bad news for you, haven’t felt this way in a long time
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| Haven’t felt this way in a long time
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| Bad news for you, haven’t felt this way in a long time
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| Haven’t felt this way in a long time
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| Cautious sticks stuck in fictitious craws capsized on your chatty shores
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| Half deaf, half seem worse yet you still keep talking
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| In between coughing fits and soon to be heimliched bits
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| Of Ideas which you could not yet digest
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| Put that rag to your face, lay down that’s a better pace
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| Go back to cliches like «I should kill myself» or «I should lose some weight»
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| I’m sure either way you’d feel the very same
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| Quiet now, someone’s coming
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| Bad news for you, Haven’t felt this way in a long time
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| Haven’t felt this way in a long time
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| Bad news for you, haven’t felt this way in a long time
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| Haven’t felt this way in a long time
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| Bad news for you
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| Haven’t felt this way in a long time
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| Haven’t felt this way in a long time |