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It's symptomatic
As it's somehting I fear
Caught up in traffic
With the sun on my heels
As I walk in
Suffering from delusions
These simple kids
Run with what used to be
Lock myself out
Just for a minute
When there's a draught
I turn you off
Feeding your emotions
Give me this for a moment
How pale was the moon lit
I comes through my window
As I lose it
Lock myself out
Just for a minute
When there's a druaght
I turn off-