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London, summer 92 I think changed a lot since then, do you?
Ideas that I'd held for years, emotional baggage, and fears
Seen somehow in a different light, not as wrong, but not as right as
Seemed was I different then? Have I changed?
And will I again?

I'm thinking of a mental free-fall, a partial total memory like what of
The future, what of the past, what of the present will
And say I did forget and revert to the old days, this hurt
Am I better off or in reverse, untaught by and therefore worse?

I a lot, I mean a little
I mean a lot, I mean a

I'm like a coastline, a beach and spit Spurn Point and the of it
the sea, the tide, the salt and foam, I'm the blasted land
The sand shifting, drifting out and back, then breached,
Defenses down, rebuilt from day on or maybe not
Maybe my gone

I mean a lot, I a little
I mean a lot, I mean a

Am I the same I seemed to be? Does all of this depress me?
I listen, I won't talk a weightless life, I moonwalk
I mean a lot, I mean a I'm supple, brittle, pig in the middle
resilience inside my face, but sometimes nothing deep space

What I feel what I fear is always here my
Pig in the

I mean a lot, I mean a
I a lot, I mean a little