Here comes the moment when you find you're most at sea
One minute you're closed and the next set free
Moving against the tide
Reunited with the chaos of everything
Carried over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again
Stuck hearing voices
The laughter gets you
And it gets me too
Expect so much and receive so few returns
It's a long running curse
Turning back to an imaginary hearse
Two white horses pulling towards the door
You're too late to write the book
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