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I just can't take this feeling when I wake that I'm powerless.There's some old stars burning, contemplating, exploding.They're far but manage to find their way to hit home.And I predict that these gods won't hear me,No matter how loud I can say their names.I think they've been forgotten,And I am sure that I will have to share the same fate.We live so easily.I'm sure we'll all go in our sleep.I can't think of a worse way.My wisdom teeth are coming through,Trying hard to forget you, but I can't.There's dead bats in my living room,And I will likely follow suit.Landlocked, lost youth.Time stands against us.We'll hide it.We'll dive in.The less I need, the better I feel.The garbage piles.The graveyards fill. From Letras Mania