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I want to stay home
Watch the waterfalls upon my windows. Procrastinate what was already due Lifetimes ago, But three hundred sixty-five, Never let it go. Converse with myself, Interviewer's health, soaring down. What's the margin today? How long will that girl stay Home. Locked inside a dull space Eyes lowered to the laundry on the floor, Papers pinned to the ajar door Never want to write again? I want to stay in here Watch the sky tear apart in Blinding light, Fill it up with angel's blood. Glitter, alight the waking's eyes. Years ago Somewhat three hundred sixty-five, I've never let go. It's much more easy to find a flow, When a tune is doomed to follow; When the moon is doomed To sink into the sand On my pillow. Lightning's in the dream of nightmares Wake up, I want to talk to someone who cares She cares, But she's too busy. (I never knew, never never knew...) No, no one's planning on it. 'Cause it's a repugnant tale, With character's washed behind By waterfalls from the windows. Spiders creep into the fridge Cobwebs dusted off the ancient ...Nevermind them. Nevermind that? Is that all is in your head? Don't you forget about the work Time has run out About three hundred sixty-five Hours ago. (I never liked you, never never like you At all.)
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