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It's thundering like a dark machine
And the words are spillling out of my mouth
The worst ideas that I've come to fear
Are the ones that I think up myself

I want to feel release
To be free as the words in me
And I can't understand the problems at hand
But I wanna be set free

From beyond where I am wrong
They wont be satisfied with me
And all I do is become unglued
And the words sink out through my knees

I want to feel at home
Let the silence sink into my bones
I hope it's alright that I sleep here at night
Because there isn't any other way I see

I am lost

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