Question marks
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In my head
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My mouth cried
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And my eyes bled
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I streched my thoughts
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Put them on the rack
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In a mind so dark
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It's almost black
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Strategy <i>[2]
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These distorted, contorted
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Ideas of mine
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Are telling me something
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I think it's a sign
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Hidden meanings
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Found deep within
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Brought fourth
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With the tip of a pen
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Then all these thoughts
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Are on display
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Part of my lifetime
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Strategy
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| D.R.I. |
