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So I guess there’s freedom

Some say it’s solitude over conformed

I say it’s just control under explained

But then again what’s the difference

It’s all just one in the same



We haven’t a clue

No, not of how far this kite string unwinds

Before it snaps back

Showing us just how much we’re attached to false hopes

Just how straight our backs are in perfect neat rows

Individual’s birthed from identical molds



The boulevard has clover-leafed

Defeated the purpose of the dead-end street

Mismatched figure-eights over-laid

Now that the false sense of escape has been put in place

The boulevard doesn’t seems so bad



Not a clue as to the fact that it’s just control under explained

No, not until the kite sting unwinds