Long days thru, punished by the lot of ’em, they’re so full of shit,
And I’m miserable, without you, listening to their bullshit
With all my happiness in you. For all its moving parts, and thinking
People, civilisation grinds to a standstill, scanning for you
And you appear, there is nothing as beautiful, as when Im looking
At you. In that instant created, the meaning of my worldview
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