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as i wander from the scrublands of my mindto the mountains of my hope/heartooohtaking in the sounds around mefiguring out their boundaryi begin with forced surroundingsto develop a touching lunacyyou're saying it's harder to know what i'm thinkingthen i'm starting to wonder myselfremember last night when i was smilingand you asked me what i thoughtand i just wanted to danceas i wander from the scrublands of my mindto the mountains of my heartooooham i mad? am i blurring boundaries?i/a lost individualityor is it these forced surroundingsthat nurture my contact lunacy From Letras Mania