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What did you want to hear? Both my eyes are on your ears, been an echo for eighteen years. I don't always talk in cryptic rhymes, usually I refrain, but maybe its serious this time; I'm nervous skin and nervous bones trapped outside a nervous brain, and I don't know how to end this thing. Six and a half hours before nautious. Six short minutes to repeat all this. An echo for eighteen years. An end to all the letter "Dears", added to the shipwrecks here. L O V E. Ell, oh, vee, ee.