And so I've framed your face, with an indigo goodbye. And sometime I get lost, in all that is fear. And I think I know where my mind has gone. And I've never figured out what's black an what's white. And I keep breathing, so I keep thinking. And I don't know how long it's been. And I sink and I sink, but I stay above ground. And neither lost nor found, I keep my shoulders raised. And as time goes on, I've spent no time on your callous mind.
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