In this computer age it shows, the masses crave complexity.
Two weeks ago, would I have found myself hoping,
That
Had that girl once, but she's gone now.
I let
Crooked hand, Crooked hat. Too much time to fall away
A prisoner of your choices, a passenger in life.
They
If competition showed, there wasn't recognition.
Everything said "no," why
A lonely inmate looks out of the window of his
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