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I feel less than natural, a total lack of confidence. Deliver me from my addiction to this game. Crack of sticks, this sound clears my head. Helplessly watching, everyone says, "Hello." I long for something gone. I am a dry snail in this race, too determined, too aggressive. I must be defective. I know a girl, I've got a hockey ball in my hand. I know a girl, by a field, in my hand. I know a girl, I hold her room in my hands. Most of the time I know I'm wrong before I act. Blue of staunchest friendship's color, I am out of place. From Letras Mania