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solar, bipolar
Panic
Seems and harder and harder
Still you try to it

You mold, you
Yeah you shape to
Oh you're you're bold
But your is bold

a symptom superficial
To what call knowing you
the speed,
Could you imagine the

Your is faulty wiring
the reason for
treating the curse,
Imagine the
Systematic,
Quite pathetic, apologetic,
Your is prosthetic

A plate of peculiar
On a of my own
A of feather
me to the bone
Give me for happy
with the chemicals
Drinking freedom from a
to the tune of

I'm sick of
waking
from the I achieve
I knew you till you left me
with the disease

Another curing,
way to buckle the
So mistreated, I
Never your sneeze

Now and defeated
I will on my own
Yeah your memory punches me
has the bone

Give me for sorry
I'm admitting I'm
Still your memory punches me
has the bone