Vague
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I'm feeling all queasy
This mindset, too easy
I've become my worst self
Put my heart on the shelf
It's 3 in the morning
And I can't be mourning
That dying last trickle
I'm acting so fickle
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I'm having some greasy
Beef tacos, so tasty
We've all been craving them
Ever since delirium
We're on pause together
We must clean our feathers
Before we re-enter
The chaos, remember
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