It's a lazy wind
that blows through
Not around things
like it's supposed to
Being far from stupid
it knows what to be
But can't be bothered
which bothers me
So it's a lazy wind
blowing right through
That doesn't care
whether it's me or you
It's a lazy wind
blowing through me
And it's not divine
not kamikaze
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