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eyes fixed on faces look through
they see symmetrically
hands hold each other up and rob
each other blind
brains fail at the worst times
and instinct is a rabid dog
hair is going everywhere
it must’ve been a long night
if it’s possible it’s only going to get more confusing
when we’re all done hopefully we’ve never had so much fun
it’s better to get lost in losing track of time
the track record is broken in a light flash
sometimes I change radically
it happens just sporadically
my hands are holding on for life
but my eyes are staring down death
if it’s possible it’s only going to get more confusing
when we’re all done hopefully we’ve never had so much fun
a truckload of treasure backed on up to my house
I’m pretty sure this is where I live
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