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Sporadic in the attic

What is the point,

I don’t want to fail and disappoint,

I look for you,

In the middle and front,

And you in the back,

I lack a beat to my track,

Why not use up space,

Or re-organize my thoughts,

I then seem to loose faith,

I hope I can start travelling,

Live my life straight,

When I take the subway,

I don’t like it or not,

I just think about my problems,

If I’m hot or not,

I just don’t realize,

Why people talk so much,

Speak up till you’ve had enough,

I don’t want to wait for stuff,

Memorizing my dreams,

On your face I lean,

Pop up blocked,

In your face I scream,

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