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I love the shape of square things
But in my defense
Right at the edge is where things
Started to not make sense
Inside the cube, you're spinning
Colors slide into place
Just when you think you're winning
You mix up a different face
Then you wish for a
Bigger fish or
Just some other thing
So you cast her
In your disaster
Yes, it hurts, but only when you sing
Like your heart is broken
Bruise at the softest touch
Best leave the rest unspoken
Who wants to care that much?
Here's your chance, kid
Look what you did
How could I complain?
At the world's end
With a new friend
Getting high on the same old dumb champagne
Still me, quiet as the grave
I could play dumb
Walk away from
What might be something I could save
Take my chances
Circumstances won't change me much
God forbid you
Leave the grid, you
Know, you must disclose
That's your one strike
What's it feel like?
Soft and round, but sometimes even those
Things are shaped like square things
Corners where you can hide
Sometimes you can't repair things
Everyone choose a side
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