These thoughts are old, let's keep it cold
Dry lines on me, dry history, dryology
That stupid sound, that awful feel
Don't bring them down and it never will
No, it never will, no, it never will, no, it never will
Hard to believe that after all this time
That after all this I'm still me
No one wants to hear what you dreamt about
Unless you dreamt about them
Don't let that stop you, tell them anyway
And you can make it up as you go
I'm already gone now, you were outside just waiting
I'm already nothing, you just noticed me fading
Takes a lot to make me crazy and a lot is always going on

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