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Albert's always sincere, he's a sensitive type
His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked
If everything is nothing, then are we anything?
Is it better to be better than to be anything?
still breaking old habits. habits.
some are hard and unsettling, catch you by surprise when you are not looking. but what can you do, just blink and turn your head and wonder what the hell exactly you are doing because you really don't know but you've trying to not think about that. so you scratch your head a lot and breath out.
And Albert's vision is blooming uncontrolled
All his wings are slowly sinking
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
All the king's men reappear
For an eggman, on and off the wall
Who'll never be together again
still breaking old habits. but developing new ones.
sometimes it's strange and hard to deal. there is no one comparison like i thought there would be but rather a comparison to the collective history as a whole. and i don't know why if i should be comparing or not so i don't know how to feel when i catch myself do it or thinking in general. and it has been so long and i can only see one end and i do not like it... what am i talking about? i don't know.
Einstein's down on the beach staring into the sand
Cause everything he believes in is shattered
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