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Idle, idle, idle All time is free time. Empty, empty, empty I spilled my life by accident. Vacant, vacant, vacant My stare is full of wasps. Zero, zero, zero Heartbeat echoes, open chambers Closed.

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Published: Jul 23, 2014
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