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Derailed the wagon of shame Already with nothing to oppose Almost torn from the tentacle of passion Capturing shadows from this poorly dug grove Speculating the mustard It is the cross that was once a heat stove If nothing makes sense If nothing makes sense If nothing is normal anymore We are not broken We are not normal Removing the area of your square mind The smaller, unique we had left If there is nothing to hang on to If nothing was a test? We are not broken We are not normal Derailed the wagon of shame Already with nothing to oppose Almost torn the tentacle of passion Capturing shadows from this poorly dug grove Speculating the mustard It is the cross that was once a heat stove We are the chosen ones We are chosen! This is time of our lifes! We are not broken We are not normal Not normal Not normal inside