Talking about my mouth youve got me distracted
You think I belong in this world of solid objects
You want to transfer ghosts to humanism.
Diverted from regaining my own natural rhythm
Shaded from what I know Ive been missing
Distracted
You tell me I need nothing to say
Cuz you can read in to how I sway
When it appeared that I was looking up at the sky
I was looking at those crazy creatures in my eyes
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