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I'm full of misplaced anger,
don't know where to steer.
Left my rational thought back with my smoking car,
Walking away in a similar state.
Crushed.
Always dramatically careening to the next destination.
Never straight and sure.
Full of foolish hopes,
That disappear at realization.
Well, Richard Mayhew, I think you've got the right idea:
Just draw that imaginary door on the wall and fall into the cracks in the world.
Then everything makes perfect nonsense.
Its nice to count on nothing.
Well, little girl, I think its time to face reality.
It's about. Damn. Time.
You can't always get your way.
I'm sorry.
don't know where to steer.
Left my rational thought back with my smoking car,
Walking away in a similar state.
Crushed.
Always dramatically careening to the next destination.
Never straight and sure.
Full of foolish hopes,
That disappear at realization.
Well, Richard Mayhew, I think you've got the right idea:
Just draw that imaginary door on the wall and fall into the cracks in the world.
Then everything makes perfect nonsense.
Its nice to count on nothing.
Well, little girl, I think its time to face reality.
It's about. Damn. Time.
You can't always get your way.
I'm sorry.