We Haven’t Found a Cure

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By Loneliness is condescending •

divulge the arcanum enshrouded underneath your lying eye remember this insignificant sound its playing out your concealed meditations on and on we'll play this by imagine how it be if all these people knew the tune on and on we'll play this by deleting all the words we choose to say as simple as it gets so go on humming go on singing you are evil

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October 6, 2006 05:13lost the lonely dead

halfway hummors me as it starts out like many others and then the last line is like a kick in the shins nice work