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Let's begin

 With the past in front

 And all the things

 You really don't care about now

 It'd be exactly where I'm at

And to think

 You got a grip

Look at yourself

 Your lips are like two flaps of fat

 They go front and back and flappity flap

I'm all staged

 It's all an act

 I'm really scared that I may fall back on the abstract

 It'd be exactly where I'm at

 If you're to be

 The roaming eye

Pry it open and let me tell you why it sees

 The harsh realities