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Found someone who can comfort me, but there are always exceptions And she's good at appearing sane, but I just want you to know She's the one makes me feel so good when everything is against me Picks me up when I'm feeling down, so I've got something to show Staring at empty pages, centered 'round the same plot Staring at empty pages, flowing along in the ages Often lost and forgotten, the vagueness and the mud I've been thinking I'm working too hard, but I've got something to show
