What'll I do if I never find my way out? What'll I do on a pavement with no lines? What'll I do if my voice lights up the blackout I've been having for some time?
May I take this moment to tell you that my ship just left your shore Only one or two sets of mountains and a sure escape
No more time for ugly collapses and possessing what's not there I must free myself from the snatches of the womanly impaired And don't pretend I'm worthy your worthiness
And no one you know is so schizo
And no one you know is so schizo Here's Maureen my other self
And no one you know is so schizo
And no one you know is so schizo Here's Maureen my other self
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