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I defied the odds Dead end cul-de-sacs gridded streets that felt like jail A maze of palm trees, led to nowhere Built my own boat so I could sail
I defied the odds Dead end cul-de-sacs gridded streets that felt like jail A maze of palm trees, led to nowhere Built my own boat so I could sail
sheets Well I couldn't disconnect from the erected electrics Well I couldn't slip away from the gridded fluorescents I couldn't except the well-funded
the rain Oh here me call Oh here me call Hear me call! Gridded streets and passers Watched serenely by towers in the sky I'm just another guy Below those
Like soft fruit, we're boxed up We're banged up and lidded We're stacked away, packed away Pre-taxed and gridded Apartmented, motorised Mortgaged
to your name Inside lies the answer Core fractal patterns and gridded showers Emit the inner being Put aside these Vessels Break free from these boundaries
Against gridded paper Every tenth is filled with nothing We take the numbers We catch them in a stapled net We watch symbols gasp for air As we divide
the flashing light White, gridded patterns I’ll see you and you’ll see me alright Even when I’ve misheard Even when you can’t get out the words All the little
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