Original lyrics

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I lit a matchbook to see if I would burn they say the brightest flame always has the last word (no) consequence of absence drops a pin on my wooden floor not that I am counting days...three-hundred and sixty-four this...the defining moment so carefully observed reluctance...reluctance I dismiss this...the calculated science an error sewn too deep reluctance...reluctance I am filled with... I tackle thoughts in sleep...not strong enough to win to think I can compete would require confidence this...the defining moment so carefully observed reluctance...reluctance I dismiss this...the calculated science an error sewn too deep reluctance...reluctance I am filled with...