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i can't help feeling this way// while you're reciting cliches// i still have nothing to say// so get the hell out of my way
my head is out of its mind
as i begin to unwind// just in case you're starting to find// i've just left you flying blind//
don't know if i should run
don't know if i should duck? don't care if i go down// if i can't tell which way is up

 

 

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Probability: 54.5%

 i know that i wrote the lyrics to this while i was out of my mind with vertigo in new york city. its a weird feeling really; feeling dizzy all the time. i think i actually was able to fulfill an entire days work, re-learning to walk again while compensating for an askew gymbal.

////////////probably the worst place in the world to have vertigo, if you're thinking of trying it, BTW.

the second thought that i had for this is that i was listening to the radio once when i realized that almost every song i heard, every lyrics, every verse, every stanza started with a cliche of some kind. then i slowly began to get creeped out by it; listen to everyday conversations and you'll heard them everywhere.

////////////maddening.

unless you can infiltrate and destroy from within by coming up with your own words. even if you have to quote me.

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