I don't want to be around When you come down I don't want to be around You shine You keen You're nowhere in between You rise And phase On dead-wood days I don't want to be around When you come down I don't want to be around You blind You' glaze You fire until you craze You are my Malaise On dead-wood days Parading Pollyanna's blister and hide away You're valedictory and vertigo eyed today Your grace with gravity is starting to slide You sway You wind From torment to define You pray You find A paradigm to redefine You take You find It all goes by I don't want to be around
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