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the dreams are the worst the panic the waking poker face can't hide everything so casual, so careful the smiling politeness of the storm inside and sleep here is not why all the forks in the road only you thought you were clever always choosing the reckless side and sleep you get away with all your crimes so now what's the plan? do you have anything left to do? endless questions the next step sleep will take you what will you say? if you ever have to explain yourself truthfully eyes ahead the traffic roar, the night it's dark but no sleep now on the edge of the overpass in the crisp autumn air your one way ticket to midnight is just a single step down there
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
thoughts crossing a bridge
the dreams are the worst the panic the waking poker face can't hide everything so casual, so careful the smiling politeness of the storm inside and sleep here is not why all the forks in the road only you thought you were clever always choosing the reckless side and sleep you get away with all your crimes so now what's the plan? do you have anything left to do? endless questions the next step sleep will take you what will you say? if you ever have to explain yourself truthfully eyes ahead the traffic roar, the night it's dark but no sleep now on the edge of the overpass in the crisp autumn air your one way ticket to midnight is just a single step down there
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
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