| I was gifted with the inability to feel |
| It's the gift that just keeps on giving |
| It's the reason I sleep all day |
| In utopia I picket moments of grandeur |
| Self-reliant in being privy |
| Maybe someday I'll find my way |
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| Melting the hindrance of thoughtfulness feelings |
| Pray tell the melancholy |
| Melting the hindrance of thoughtfulness feelings |
| Pray tell the despondency |
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| Constant state of dreaming lends itself to delusion |
| It's a grave that just keeps on digging |
| I socialize a little less each day |
| In this blissfulness I protest moments of grandeur |
| Self-reliant in being privy |
| Maybe someday I'll change my ways |
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| Melting the hindrance of thoughtfulness feelings |
| Pray tell the melancholy |
| Melting the hindrance of thoughtfulness feelings |
| Pray tell the despondency |
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| The truth is that I never ventured far |
| From my true feelings of withdrawal |
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| Melting the hindrance of thoughtfulness feelings |
| Pray tell the melancholy |
| Melting the hindrance of thoughtfulness feelings |
| Pray tell the despondency |
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