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I was alone for so very long You appeared here and held me close Now I've learned some about the truest one Spontaneity, she will set me free Shout don't whisper or else you'll never find her Porcelain like every doll you've met She don't hear you, she don't want to Any human can do the dance I may spend a while stuck inside the turnstile Shock waves sent out every direction She don't see me, she don't want to All the prophets can rest their heads