someday i fear i will be rescued from the boredom line
with lack of memory i fail to question why
with perfect sound you bring me down
hey i'm not listening
you're through killing me
with all your facts and late night therapy
like "paul's boutique" on empty streets
parked and waiting for lights to turn on for
good luck and drunk on your parents' favorite
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