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That seven year itch became a life-long twitch and now I'm agoraphobic to the bone Anxiety pipe bomb of worthless steel and fading charm Don't try to act like you don't know A secret meeting time? Set the date, force field eyes Apology: revoked Gonna sleep sound on my own Get away from your time zone Flightless intention all the way away Anakastic existence. Love? It's just an added expense and this operation must downsize. Make a ripple and run. Cut off fingers one by one and Input the output of the storm