I chip away cause I'm not ok so I I chip away poked a hole right into myself and inside I found someone who said I was ok still I don't feel easy on this tree among the blossoms caustic ally I am the thorn close my eyes to take up spare time I wish I just could be where the crowd goes with the crowd they must be going somewhere up from the catacombs I can into the Angel again he took the high road and I took the low road we both were dirty faces we both were dirty faces I don't I don't I don't don't feel easy I don't I don't I don't
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