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Feeling Generic
This is starting to feel generic
Spilling over with many o'lyric
I must be writing too much
These pools of ink, a black sea
These shattered thoughts surround me
As my words act as my crutch
Oh, I must be going insane
For you all have entered my brain
And I'll have to treat you as such
But the underground entices me
She holds me dear and tightly
I'll try not to escape her clutch
Spilling over with many o'lyric
I must be writing too much
These pools of ink, a black sea
These shattered thoughts surround me
As my words act as my crutch
Oh, I must be going insane
For you all have entered my brain
And I'll have to treat you as such
But the underground entices me
She holds me dear and tightly
I'll try not to escape her clutch
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