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..Keep your hands to your cell phoneLazy eyes wondering to wanderTry to maintain attentionTo me over your otherFourteen trial runs to this it seems the real oneAs you talk to me I eavesdrop what you meanI maybe make up what you're made up ofAnd I say you're a nicer number fiveThen I think back to the back of my brain"At this moment I feel as if..." is all I can thinkNow I'm writing the exact same songAs the one I wrote last april, Yuck!Feeling fluttering between a nothing mattersAs I understand I've been here tons beforeI'm in a 'going through cycles' cycleMeaningless like circling a circleLike circling a circleLike circling a circle in a circle in a circle in a circle in a circle From Letras Mania