.Tell me all the things I'm supposed to like
What you want to hear, what think is right
I'm not present, my thoughts are misaligned
'Cause every time I close my eyes too tight
It's the Fall of 1929
A panic, playing out in black and white
I fill myself with doubt, I feel like I sold .
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