Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra fine thanks

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Far out of our element,
begging faulty wise men to make sense of it,
my elders say its sad that we failed you,
but now the planets in your hands
I'm not so sure the plan,
while I'm sittin' thinking...
Barred out in the bonus room,
completely unconcerned with global destitute,
Is this the proper man for your heirlooms?
All the anwers come in masks, depending who you ask,
That's exactly why I don't know
Last night, I drunk texted my brother to tell him that
we're both fucked
but I love him
Still he relates to my empty feelings inside
Wrote my ex lover, forgive her for finding faith in another
Still she elates my half that knows all is fine
I swear I'm not afraid of the world,
I'm just afraid of the bank
and all this progress I don't understand
Oh if I know all that's precious to me
then the rest is just cake
I'm not opposed to living in my van.

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