Twisted reels of lies released upon are minds, halts creativity and keeps us weeping, whirlwind weather yours or mine, no more chances to lose but why, must I keep on going with a one track mind, emptiness isn't liberating, transcending what I think you see, going all out for you and me, but it ain't the end only the beginning.
Eclectic reasoning left or right, going somewhere in the night, it's can't be the answer to your problems.
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