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people gathering
in their homes
on top of mountains
always amounting to their
dreams of living in a golden age
the happiest people
up in their hills
looking down on
the sad and lonely
not accepting that
they're still living in the ugliest town
christ this fucking town is boring
all of the streets
they are mirrors
all of the markets
are washed up taverns
guaranteeing
all of the children get hammered
ominous and constantly
buzzing and birthing
tumors to kill me
well fucking kill me
all this monotony is killing me
we smell like we've been somewhere
and we taste like we're working
and we argue that we've seen some things
but our voices are broken
all of this monotony is killing me
we're always somewhere
where we've already been
and when the worst comes
it'll be the same old shit
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