Colorado, can you hear me?
Are you listening, are you even
You are 'Sir', you're a senator
And senator, you were right
It's
A chance to breathe
Everyone breathe
The news is hard, the days
This device in my hand
Well, it does not understand
How I
It used to bother me, all the shapes I can't
There's a hole in your voice
And you say it's a
I was busy, I was occupied
I was burning the fields
A
It was not tricky to enjoy
A cigarette in hand was
St. Modesto
You were the ground line humming
You were the thread
You've got the pen
And we've done the typing
Why can't you
All hail an eminent collapse
You can fumble for your maps
But
It used to bother me, all the shapes I can't
Make way for the new times, now
All your traditions were
We tried all thirteen channels
But they burned me out again
Because
Our plans, collapsing:
Our lives fall apart today,
and we cannot find
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