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Where do we come from?
Where do we go? Finding a place
To call ourselves what’s home
Draining oneself on a blue light screen
Feeling tired of all of this
January 6th. Not much I missed
Just some people running for nothing
That they will never admit
Watching it on the blue light screen
Running on the surf on the web
Tired if it all, shut it off cause in the end
I’m losing my reality on this
I doubt every word I make
I'm just trying to get on
For my own sake
Holding for dear life
Cause I don’t know where
I'll be in twenty years