.I've been waitin on the overdrive.
Slick and polished on the inside.
It ruins feeding time.
I'll recover in an empty room.
In remission from a real mood.
Sit down, fuck-up, and wait your turn.
Why can't we hide, our secret lives?
Why can't we climb, this us.
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