The more I sit here
It seems the less I know
Pictures come and go
But nothing sticks
My brain is the banging door
Of an abandoned farmhouse
Somewhere in the hills
Of Uruk or Slovenia
The more I sit here
It seems the more I get
Taken out of myself
Piece by piece slowly
So close I come to letting
The world completely replace me
And I can finally stand
And let the sun embrace me
As only the sun can
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