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White of the TV set
Lights dancing on the
Voice-overs like minarets
Then fall
Should I answer a friend's distress
Or should I go to
Would I, like the voices and fall,
it to me?

All those of wasted time
never crossed my mind

Here I am
In arm's reach of the remote
I am comfortable
Surrounded by strings and
Let else go

Nights on so serene
Far from the and the screams
I could or I could read
Go door and smoke some weed
As long as I have to think
About who the hell's running this
Or what shit they're up in the Stone or NME
Go out and a last call
Or sit and do nothing at all
it to me?

All those hours of wasted
Have never my mind

I am comfortable
In arm's reach of the black
I am comfortable
All those clowns, can they know?
Let else go