Lost in the dirty little thought of a jilted generation.
Swirling and spinning into a sea of empitness.
When will I surface, when will it stop.
Help me out and I will drag you in.
Can't you see you were made for me.
We can be here and I can't be there.
Lost in my own mind, revolved and rewound.
Play it fast, play it slow.
Make me happy to
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