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I skipped the part of the storyline with interesting characters and dialog and sat alone to contemplate the place of cigarettes and rock and roll fashion and it's times like these at 32 degrees cabin fever silly day dreams that slap me in the face and lock me in this place living out my adverisity

And here in this world I could find you in the corners of my head and if I try I could change the outcome changing what I said

I skimmed right through never knowing who was good or bad or sad or glad although I had the time to waste in all the familiar places

And in this perfect world where nothing's perfect I am all alone