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The place to be is a myth

The one you’re with is you

The things to be done

Feelings to shun

Here we go again

Never asked for a seat

A place was out of the question

The need you have

Strive to be seen

Get the fuck away

All primed for the pump

The shot will touch the mark

A glimmer of hope

My lover; my dope

Make me whole again

The spell has been cast

Perfect iconoclast

No need for god

Salvation is here

Now I can deal with you