Everyone is afraid of their life
Some duck for cover, while others puff out their chests
Regardless all of us have strife
And no one is the best
You hear a melancholy tune and I swoon
If your in the weeds, flowers still bloom
Come shield me from doom and gloom
I'm within your lenses zoom
I may be aloof, but I hear every sound
I've let my intellect hinder me
I've been lost, and now found
Enough of this debauchery
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