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Symptoms + Cures
If I had the ability I’d filter my vision. I’d rather not see.
Take me out of the picture.
I don’t know how to do this right.
We've hammered the point home. Now it’s just a drag.
Take me out of the picture or you could feed me, ’cause I don’t want closure.
How long do I envision myself turning up on these crooked floors?
Wrestling stability. Grasping on to anchor in without a plan.
I guess I’ve gotta spin it right.
We're rather mixed up in the prime.
I’ve gotta spin it right. Who am I kidding? I don’t have the time.
I’m turning up late for it. You’re never gonna sit and just for wait me.
I see it backed up, set in a row. When I have a moment I'll let you know.
I’m turning up late for it. You’re never gonna sit and just wait for me.
While I’m waiting the next parade.
Too little, too late. I thought I warned you yesterday.
While I’m living, I’m chasing. I’m waiting for the next parade.
Don’t know if I fit the model anyway.
I’m waiting for the next parade.
I’m waiting for the next...