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2001-08-28 - 9:25 PM
Not existing in a world where nobody pays attention
Lyrical simplicity, Human predictablity white mice chasing their tails broken test tubes Red signs, glow the word 'run' They were changed and nobody seems to notice Some fall off cliffs others wake up to cracked concrete and purple skies that have been like that for three years now Two-leafed clovers Has it always been this way? Unconscious apocolypse They'll stop They'll stare But they won't realize That all this didn't happen in one night.
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