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my way around my lungs feel weird and the phone rings i never said a thing the sky is boxing me you soak yourself in poetic violence tell me the sky is the purpose you soak yourself in isolation theres a place for you cuz i dont know my way around you say your not so scared anymore i say why not and you disappear i say why and the phone rings