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Paper bag
Floats like a cloud
Will it ever touch down?
A piece of trash
On the boulevard
Shattered glass
Shines like a pearl
Will it ever go back?
The guards we smashed
To the way it was
Will it ever go back?
Climb into yourself
Crawl up the hanging steppe
Insomnia
Insomnia
Will it ever go back?
(Insomnia, insomnia)
