| Tried to erase what you saved in the front of your mind
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| But it’s not what you thought it’s a permanent line
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| And you moved it around from the front to the side
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| Of the middle in the back of the corner aligned
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| With the rest of the times that you figured were gone
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| From the drive but they’re not they’re still plenty alive
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| And they haunt and they haunt playing tricks on your eyes
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| Like a grade school science fair champion prize
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| The effect was a pepper’s ghost visualized
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| Too young to see the relation and why
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| Right click right now writing everything off
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| All the warnings that came down from the tip of the top
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| Now you drip and you drop at the scene of the site
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| Like it’s your system preference
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| Patience boy 'cause Satan’s all of the time
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| Everywhere that you look even when it’s benign
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| And he still just waits in the queue of your head
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| As the line wraps around every corner and then
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| Gets burned in your memory every time
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| Gets burned in the screen of your favorite eye
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| And don’t worry 'bout space or available bytes
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| There’s a billion more things you’re gonna save |