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🎸 Packed Like Rolls to Be Developed

Jan 13, 2012
1 min read

Please try and stay, I have to whisper, for whom behind the picture.
I’m not allowed to say what I think of, but we surely sense the same thing.

The air is sweet, the woods are the covers, the grass is our bed.
This minute I come out of my shell, the shell that never helps.

Everybody could be paranoid, when they believe they are police.
They’re just too good at capturing, anything, anything.

It looks like I’ve had a long dream, I’m done if I just laughed out.
That’s our films, never developed, we’re meant to be nobody.

Everybody could be paranoid, when they believe they are living.
They’re too good at self-persuasion, by anything, anything.

Everybody could be paranoid, when they believe they’re inspecting.
They’re just too good at capturing, anything, you, and me.

Listen:

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