On some mentioning of thoughts and of mid-twenties tangent plots
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Those sad feathery talks that float on all that
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Tattered teenage applause clapped out further with no pause
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On collegiate palms of course their hands so soft
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Ancient postures of awe for low level modern shocks
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Now happening a lot like like any synaptic
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Cavalry's typical barrage on your tired soul
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You cannot shrug it off, just start your inconsequential white withdrawal it's
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Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time
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Haven't felt this way in a long time
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Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time
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Haven't felt this way in a long time
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Cautious sticks stuck in fictitious craws capsized on your chatty shores
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Half dead, half seem worse yet you still keep talking
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In between coughing fits and soon to be Heimliched bits
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Of ideas which you could not yet digest
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Put that rag to your face, lay down that's a better pace
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go back to cliches like "I should kill myself" or "I should lose some weight"
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I'm sure either way you'd feel just the very same
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Quiet now someone's coming
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Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time
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Haven't felt this way in a long time
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Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time
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Haven't felt this way in a long time
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Bad news for you
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Haven't felt this way in a long time
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Haven't felt this way in a long time
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Bad News
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