What's the point in building a house here The nearest light is five miles away The woods are still in control What's the point in sending your thoughts here To work by night and just die here Failing to reach a result What's your chance of storming a fortress When all you do is distorted You're running out of time I'm so sorry For all the strain the worry Don't be cross about it Please don't ask me to stand still I can't hate you for being just what Everybody thinks you are I'm no worse than the rest But I'm easily impressed You've seen my file
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