I am here and you are here,
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but we are not really here at all.
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Chew those up. Build that fort.
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The sky is a palette painting our demise.
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The colors are overwhelming and pouring over the sides.
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Just keep those blankets and pillows coming.
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We are FUCKED.
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But as long as we make it out alive, our ears will reject their babble.
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"GOD SAVE US," half of us cried.
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CRY!
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Cry and cry and cry and cry, oh why are we always faced with our addiction?
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I Forgot 2 And A Half Days
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