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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 its 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 adversity
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 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
But in this perfect world where nothing’s perfect, I’m all alone.
But in this perfect world where nothing’s perfect, I’m all alone.