Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
Spin me round again
and rub my eyes
This can't be happening
Trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
Ransom notes keep falling off your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
-Imogen Heap
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