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seems to me that you can't see around you seems to me that you can't see things through and now it seems to me that all you have is yourself to hold on to seems to me that there's a grip on you that won't let go seems to me you learn the same things but never know and now it seems to me that you wear a heart on your sleeve you never show seems to me to seek the truth is not imagination seems to me it's all a fabrication and now it seems to me that the life you lead is a cheap imitation seems to me that you say things without thinking. seems to me you're mind takes a walk before speaking and now it seems to me that one must test the waters before drinking seems to me that us and we can't be found seems to me it's just yourself and you that goes round and now it seems to me that all along it was just my heart I felt pound
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