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ALONE

If we really are alone Made of Strings bits of things Scattered all over Unimaginable distances Outside and inside Emotions that stretch Like elastic Unbelievable coincidences Hope and dread Measured reason Demons in the machine This moment butters the head If we really are alone ©david byrne june ‘12

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