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Unpinned my heart from my sleeve, but that didn't make it right so I cinched it 'round my head to make both airtight. you know, sometime I walk my town late at night desperately seeking some place you've not been talking to you is a long distance call to someone who's put the Songtextereceiver down or maybe to someone who was never there to pick it up, to pick it up to answer it at all and no, no, it's my error, not yours with your fair share of sense and I've filled my hands with supplements but nothing can replace what what what does it feel like to not be preoccupied but oh god, these thoughts of you: ideas like wheels and like fists and like stars and like pi mathematical and other things infinite, terrible, powerful, inexplicable things that I don't like to lose myself in root out what's weak to dry in the sun and I'll be adjusted and pleasantly numb vox et praeterea nihil I don't think you meant one word that you said to me much as I hate walking thoughts so entrenched, I'd hand back my progress and do it again if I could just have my normal my sense of complacency spangled with restlessness blinking on and off again and no, no, it's my error, not yours with your fair share of sense and I've filled my hands with supplements but nothing can replace what what what does it feel like to not be preoccupied but oh god, these thoughts of you: ideas like wheels and like fists and like stars and like pi mathematical and other things infinite, terrible, powerful, inexplicable things that I don't like to lose myself in oh god, these thoughts of you: ideas like wheels and like fists and like stars and like pi mathematical and other things infinite, terrible, powerful, inexplicable things that I don't like to lose myself in Aus Songtexte Mania