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I’m trying to ask myself As the words spill out I’m trying to ask myself How in the hell did I get here? In between these legs of yours I’m entirely sure I want to be here Above and below and everywhere You’re getting ready to leave now As you step about the apartment avoiding ants and pins Weaving through piles of clothes The silhouette I see becomes less and less appealing And the screams grow louder and louder And the shower seems to drip in time increments. I hear the drips go one two one two Is this one from Abbey Road? Impure When potency is an issue It’s important to stay pure When sincerity is dire Go the extra mile to care When scrutiny is necessary Don’t be afraid to give it a second look Because the world is one great big scam The earth will always turn it’s back on you The earth is always first to turn on you Even before your dearest friends So stay cool And stay true Don’t peep where you’re not desired Desire is always pure Isolationism
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