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We're all counting    
     Down      
because they say: It's the end    
The skies are falling    
  Down      
because we choose to pretend    
No more electric sound      
  or tattoos on the mend    
No one is around    
Yet,  
    I have a message to send    
     
I'm a lunatic!      
Don't leave me alone    
Because to you; I am sick    
with an illness unknown    
There's no cure for me    
      I'm ahead of my time    
While you can only see      
what's in front of your mind    
So, this lunacy is with me    
  Standing in line    
As I wait: to be apart    
of another victimless crime...