Here it comes, the unavoidable sun weighs my head, and what the hell have I done, and you know, I don't remember a thing I don't remember a thing. So I'm done, am I placating the notes? Should I fault, cut off my tongue so you say apparently I'm digging it in I can't feel a thing. And you've won so I go bury my head in the ground yet I won't lose what I said in the sound of the words and the note that it brings no I can't feel a thing. Here it comes the unavoidable sun of what's just happened and what's been done and you know I don't remember a thing I don't remember a thing. But it keeps on coming and I stop. But it keeps on coming and I just stand still. But it keeps on coming and I stop moving but it keeps on coming and I stop and it keeps on coming and I just stand still. But it keeps on coming and I stop and it keeps on coming and I just stand still but it keeps coming and I just stop so I stop running and I just stop but it keeps on coming and I just stop moving but it keeps on coming and it keeps on coming so I just stand still but it keeps on coming and I just stand still. And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run.

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