do you ever wonder when the damage will be done? do you ever feel like one
times one times one? do your eyes scrape the pavement as you shuffle from the
sun? does your breath walk behind you when the dialog is done? are you
somewhat uninhibited, are you somehow unfree, are you like me? are you a pile
of loose brown leaves waiting to be blown, ready to disown? are you grounded
by the comforts of home? are you covered in a strangling snow? are you
somewhat uninhibited, are you somehow unfree, are you like me
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