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Shut This Place Down.
Five triangles.
Dance above the other.
Furthest one is largest.
It appears closer.
Illusion.
Sneaky perception.
Where has all the honesty gone?
Face me, face me I say.
Tell me all.
Don't you want me to stay?
Make a rockin' horse get away.
The tv says nothin' at all.
Out of my way.
Echo my thoughts in us all.
This song is on repeat.
It's honest.
"Collide into me . . .
Cause it feels right.
Does it always stay the same?
This part is taken out on me.
Cause all the honesty.
Shut this place down.
Try to find a way to live."
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me.
I got nothin' left.
[pan out]
she
starts
to
paint.