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The world will see itself from a third party view when I am done It pays for this vision in quarters, nickels, and dimes Looking everyday for slots in the earth to finger it's coins into It gets old, she gets old, she gets tired, paying for piece of mind all the time Watching farms fly and mushroom clouds of people continually miss them over And over Again Always melting all our faces away and keeping our hands rough She gets tired of the difference, the chase, the neutrality, the sides to take It’s seeing a vision with no context Yes you see everything inside out Don’t talk to anyone Yes your right and everyone is wrong She sees me in the bathroom at night staring at the mirror Staring at myself from a third party view I pay for it with beliefs, fairness, equality, color, driving my car Every world is one that will not look past itself Or through itself We are our own planets Pretending to be jumbled together in the galaxy But we’re all alone Looking at ourselves from third party views
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Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
Nonsense...true
The world will see itself from a third party view when I am done It pays for this vision in quarters, nickels, and dimes Looking everyday for slots in the earth to finger it's coins into It gets old, she gets old, she gets tired, paying for piece of mind all the time Watching farms fly and mushroom clouds of people continually miss them over And over Again Always melting all our faces away and keeping our hands rough She gets tired of the difference, the chase, the neutrality, the sides to take It’s seeing a vision with no context Yes you see everything inside out Don’t talk to anyone Yes your right and everyone is wrong She sees me in the bathroom at night staring at the mirror Staring at myself from a third party view I pay for it with beliefs, fairness, equality, color, driving my car Every world is one that will not look past itself Or through itself We are our own planets Pretending to be jumbled together in the galaxy But we’re all alone Looking at ourselves from third party views
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matthew-macdonald
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
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