| This alert is the color of a shirt that you cannot use.
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| When you’re wrapped uptight in your own little world,
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| Could you move your cocoon?
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| Zombies lost in a dungeon fog stagger through the street.
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| Trying in vain to sharpen the attack,
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| To get the juice from concentrate
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| The bubble broke, thoughts ran out, now they all run free.
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| I guess I let it wander too far,
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| Please let me know if you see my absent mind, my absent mind
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| I’m a stick figure, I’m a blank slate filled and erased.
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| Overload the fuses, senses stand still, stare into space,
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| And let the lights dim.
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| When a title wave of information rolls over you,
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| It can make you lose your place.
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| Where was I… oh yeah…
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| Would you be aware if there was something in the air?
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| The bubble broke, thoughts ran out, now they all run free.
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| I guess I let it wander too far,
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| Please let me know if you see my absent mind, my absent mind |