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nonsense
The time ticks
The hours pass
The sun rises
The sun sets
Overcrowded
Stranded
And I had been immune to it
All along
I crave a sense of time
A sense of structure
In this state of nonsense
The time ticks
The hours pass
The sun rises
The sun sets
Overcrowded
Stranded
And I had been immune to it
All along
I crave a sense of time
A sense of structure
In this state of nonsense
