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Oh, I grieve in stereo,
The stereo sounds strange,
I know, that if you hide,
It doesn't go away.
If you get out of bed
And find me standing all alone
Open-eyed, burn the page,
My little dark age.
I grieve in stereo,
The stereo sounds strange,
You know, that if it hides,
It doesn't go away.
If I get out of bed,
You'll see me standing all alone,
Horrified, on the stage,
My little dark age.
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