.You've got that sick sixth sense,
Where everything you do is a misprint,
A misconfused mess.
Pull the thread like a seamstress,
You're scared,
And frayed at the edge again.
Just put the phone down now,
Hang up the reciever while you still can.
Nobody's listening,
They'll b.
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