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Misery in Mulitiplicity

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And the wind will stop blowing
And the stars will stop glowing and your mind will finally go dead
as you drag your feet up and make your way to
a very cold, very empty, very lonely bed
Yet you sleep fine
Because it's been drilled into your mind
That despite all the pain
and despite all the ache
Tomorrow might be okay,
because there's nothing more left of yours
to take





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