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And in that night our roots grew deep in the damp through the dark
but we chose to part and I tried so hard
But it never happened
And it was seen never happening by dozens of people
But it doesn’t change the never happening
So people move on and all forget
but me

And I’ve gotten my own call
and you’ve got yours
And she’s gotten herself
a bun in the oven
If you know what I mean
But nobody knows
what I mean because
it never happened that night in the dark

That tiny spark
that grew into the streetlamps dim glow in the dawn
The morning
that came from the familiar night that I’ll never forget
The day I woke up and all I wanted was for you to kiss me

But the oppressors assumed the truth
forcing an absconding
that lead to the demise of reality
Escaping into falsehoods
created through twisted fantasy of the conformist
The make believe land where you don’t
even.
know.

if anything’s.

even.

real.


at.


all.