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Dec 2015
My skin keeps falling off
an apple leaves the tree 'n' heads south
I heard their seeds set you free
somewhere in between the seams
Near the river where the sky melts
I found you playing by yourself

Late night therapy well past twelve
Remote control my feelings for a spell
mute my mouth and all it's pretty sounds
Who have I become when no ones around
A robot dancing alone never excelled
remove my bones show me how it's done


My life's a carousel
of white noise that I found
The static keeps me happy
The static keeps me happy
The static keeps me happy
My skin keeps falling off
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what a waste
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