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21st century weird
we fix our sore eyes
no peripheral vision left
or right all we see is that
melting white image a dirty
virtual snow yet no balls are
on display 'cause God demanded
them to stay the hell out of his way
and everything moves oh yeah everything
moves me while little black dots seem to dash
across the floor I fall back and sink into pure dream in
high resolution I'm resolved to turn on my organic engine
and find you for real for I have love now I have love now and
I have no one to go to but you and you don't even exist do you
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