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The flyers you collected, they're crumbling off the wall.
You did it for yourself, what do you have to show
for it all but cluttered cluttered walls?
Records collect dust and I'm collecting complaints.
The graffiti all looks the same.
These collections are but messes
and the fill up the place new ways to stay inside.
I hate these conversations, it's like watching T.V.
Everyone's caught up in a competition to be off-key in the same ways.
Let's record these off-jey voices and fill up the place
with new ways to stay inside so we can all sit in our rooms and hide.
