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You're the analyst...the fungus in my milk...when you want no one....and you got someone...through the wind...you crawl...and laugh at burning dunes...when no one else will ever see...now that you know why you feel like you do...they're turning their head whilst they wait...for no one...and finally I know why you feel like letting go....I'm watching you watch over me ... and I've got the greatest view from here...mistakes don't mean a thing...if you don't regret them...so pack your tactic toes for the winter...chain a waterfall to burned and withered skin...noone else will ever see.