What we want
to leave behind
is all these
impressions
From my mind
This ringing
me up
on the
answering
machine
The doing
your dirty
laundry
in my
washing machine
So
search till
you find it
Beating in
your heart
Lost was
confused
RIGHT.
From the
start.
With all of
the bR0K3n
to serve
as a
token
That
whatever
it is
it's
Not joking
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