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1964
Shut This Place Down.
Five triangles.
Dance above the other.
Furthest one is largest.
It appears closer.
Illusion.
Sneaky perception.
Where has all the honesty gone?
Face me, face me I say.
Tell me all.
Don't you want me to stay?
Make a rockin' horse get away.
The tv says nothin' at all.
Out of my way.
Echo my thoughts in us all.
This song is on repeat.
It's honest.
"Collide into me . . .
Cause it feels right.
Does it always stay the same?
This part is taken out on me.
Cause all the honesty.
Shut this place down.
Try to find a way to live."
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me.
I got nothin' left.
[pan out]
she
starts
to
paint.