| Controlled, consumed
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| Thoughts unattached
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| Each one a failed synapses detached from fact
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| One positive, one negative
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| Desperate, holding on to healthy images
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| Remember witness, wattness, matters, we’re not gonna make it
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| Provoking everyone but no one gives a:
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| Half laugh, half sigh
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| Half-sad, half-smile
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| Losing ability to recall his half-life
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| Burn from the stove
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| Keys locked inside
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| Dazed as impending anger turns up in reprise
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| Remember green light, keeper, easy and eyes on the road ahead
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| Provoking everyone with all the words he said
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| Infectious
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| I won’t speak of all that would have been
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| Gained, lost, spent
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| But I won’t think of all that could have been
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| Controlled, consumed
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| Thoughts unattached
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| Outburst, these images are melding in my head
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| Remember Franken, Milkweg, Lintfabrik
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| The weirdest we have seen
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| Fires and blown-out tires
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| Perfect tragedy
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| Infectious
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| I won’t think of all that should have been
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| Waste, lost, spent
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| But I won’t think of all that could have been
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| Goodbye old friend I won’t speak of all that could have been |