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What a comfort to find out you're losing your mind
when you re-realize that it's not the first time
burnt the beyond when you learned how to fly
just learn later on that there isn't a sky
there aren't any clouds and there aren't any trees
and 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 truth
and try to hide it
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