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Blah,blah,blah is in my head,
Why can't I hear whats already been said?
Too sick to get up so i lay in my bed,
Dreaming of shadows with eyes gleaming red,
Pictures of you and me has always lead,
To the stories and books you've always read,
But unlike this, it cant be told,
It cant be seen and it cant be sold,
For what seems like forever has gone all old,
Back to those days when we were young and bold,
But thats another story waiting to unfold.