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Part of you wants to believe me, but part of you Isn't yet totally off of your meds Part of you senses that all of this story is Totally making no sense Maybe I didn't correctly misstate all the things That I thought I said I never said Maybe the wires got uncrossed and instead What I said was the thing that I meant Tiny voices trapped in a hothouse Without windows, devoid of air Index fingers raised in objection Making circles that lead nowhere Somewhere else, something elsе Hears the noise and nods its hеad From immense distances This is no longer a mess Somewhere else, something else Hears the noise and nods its head From immense distances Some encrypted notes are discovered Between pages of unread books Letras de cancionesWhen unscrambled, all that they say is "Em dash framed by quotation marks" Somewhere else, something else Hears the noise and nods its head From immense distances This is no longer a mess Part of you wants to believe me, but part of you Isn't yet totally off of your meds Part of you senses that all of this story is Totally making no sense Somewhere else, something else Hears the noise and nods its head From immense distances From Letras Mania