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i'll tell you everything as clearly as a fax machinein spite of all the evidence that can be less intensebut i don't know what to say without digging my own graveso i try to change the subject though i know it's just too late
And I don't want to waste another day hereinsidejust try to reach the outsideyou'll findyour best intentionsshut downjust like thati took the faster round like goldfish in a plastic bagi don't know the significance of living in the present tense
And when i start to stray i don't get too far away
So i never know the difference 'til it hits me in the face
And i'm not going to spend another day here
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