we all are waste forms of the big electric brain always searching for the eldorado of hearts got some wet personality to drain so we don't feel the pain we don't feel the pain we all are shady fortune hunters laughing ourselves to deathalways searching for saint cyril of jerusalem
on target we are aimless lost the ability to see I hope there's someone else out there who thinks for you and me
we all are shapes of the big screen brain and try to walk to eldorado got nothing to complain

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