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This bright believing band Far from foolish Neither narrow, nor numbed Not a bit of what I planned will work Excruciating, their sound; How they strummed... E Major, A minor, E Major, A minor Endlessly repeating Waiting for a sign ...or something Sit, stand... Make polite conversation, Our hazy cocoons enshroud us And we can believe (Or not believe) Either is easy- We're not proud of this. We attend this mimsy mayhem because we're searching for something lost here during our childhood A sense of tribe Of familial bliss But we've lost touch We are isolated Disillusioned Done We don smiles and walk out Wordlessly
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
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This bright believing band Far from foolish Neither narrow, nor numbed Not a bit of what I planned will work Excruciating, their sound; How they strummed... E Major, A minor, E Major, A minor Endlessly repeating Waiting for a sign ...or something Sit, stand... Make polite conversation, Our hazy cocoons enshroud us And we can believe (Or not believe) Either is easy- We're not proud of this. We attend this mimsy mayhem because we're searching for something lost here during our childhood A sense of tribe Of familial bliss But we've lost touch We are isolated Disillusioned Done We don smiles and walk out Wordlessly
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
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