Staring up at stars
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From the back seat of a stationwagon
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Carving the night
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Trees keep marching by
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Light poles blur into a stream
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Blazing laser beams
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All...
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These...
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Stars....
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My thoughts are trivial pursuits
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My heart's a bomb that's been defused
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What now?
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There's no more use for me
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I'm wasting energy
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Muscles are weaklings
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Thoughts just defeat me
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Numbness is effortless
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I could get used to this
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Driving through Vermont
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Overwhelmed by the insignificance
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My conscience was my crutch
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For a heightened existence
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This other wordliness
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These...
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Schoolboy...
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Lies....
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I've been deprived reality
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Brought up by holy ghosts and saints
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What now?
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I'm the delinquent here
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I'm the contagious one
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This heart is hopeless
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I feel the numbness
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All Hail The Atheist
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I could get used to this
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I could get used to this
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I could get used to this
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I could get used to this
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Vermont
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Cursive |