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Insight to the world that is my brain, and all that goes with it. |
| Ah, the days gone by When the world had to spin And nothing else mattered But those are gone And daily the world stops To rain once again This world grinds at the heart Makes pain seem like clockwork Raining still, the pain subsides All the time fighting the grain Can't put it away Just reappears Everyday |