Racking my brains over this and that, thinking of unnecessary things
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Giving well thought out excuses, with my strange pride
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I raise myself onto a shelf, human affairs are beyond me
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Though I don't have any intention of saying that
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Return to being inorganic, tic&tac
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What does it mean to "work hard"?
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The water somehow being shed over there, is it sweet?
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Yes/No Yes/No Just as I turned around
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This alone, is the COLOR of a frozen time
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Even though I'm filled with this and that, I'm still riddled with anxiety
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"Makeshift things" and their necessities
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Just having things given to me satisfies me
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That can't be possible though
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Madder red, mixing with blue&white
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Everyone over here please, will you understand if I used the sound of my hands?
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Yes/No Yes/No Leave the answer unfound
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It remained in the eyes, words that caught my attention and circled in my favourite color.
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Shuffling it like a cipher, just what was I looking at?
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What is your dream? Are you living to your fullest right now?
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Yes/No Yes/No The answer is still unfound
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The COLOR of the sky we are looking at
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