ennui
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The Hour is Late
Unopened doors in neverending halls / I know I have the choice to alter clime
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ennui on repeat
I am in stasis. lying, substanceless in the furrow of my brow.
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ennui
Yeah, I guess. Gotta go.
Unopened doors in neverending halls / I know I have the choice to alter clime
I am in stasis. lying, substanceless in the furrow of my brow.
Yeah, I guess. Gotta go.