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What a comfort to find out you're losing your mindwhen you re-realize that it's not the first timeburnt the beyond when you learned how to flyjust learn later on that there isn't a skythere aren't any clouds and there aren't any treesand there aren't any birds and there's no cinder caught I my eye'til I've tied a tired knot and tired to untie it
I just can't decide if I should lie or tell the truthand try to hide it
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