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White of the TV set
Lights dancing on the
Voice-overs rise like
fall diatonically
Should I answer a distress call
Or should I go to
Would I, the voices rise and fall,
it to me?

All hours of wasted time
never crossed my mind

Here I am
In arm's reach of the black
Here I am
by strings and bows
Let else go

Nights on so serene
Far from the and the screams
I could write or I read
Go next door and smoke weed
As long as I have to think
About who the hell's running this
Or what shit they're writing up in the or NME
Go out and make a last
Or sit here and do at all
it to me?

All those hours of wasted
Have never crossed my

Here I am
In reach of the black remote
Here I am
All clowns, what can they know?
Let everyone go