Walking down the average street
NOthin new benieth my feet
Just thoughts lying around my head
All responcibilities have fled
Nothing I need, nothing needs me
Driftwood on a blue green sea
Oh! Look! People! Names!
I no longer feel the same.
Look, look, look at me!
Piece of driftwood on the sea?
Im not lost inside my head,
Im a big fat piece of red!
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