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Sitting in my flat by the computer,
dawn breaking outside.
Trying to work
but my mind keeps slipping.

It's dreaming away,
from the present and now.
It's going astray,
Something I shouldn't allow.

My mind keeps slipping,
it's stolen by bandits.
A gang which you are the leader of.
Yes, you steal my thoughts.

I'm sorry if I've hurt you,
I only needed time alone.
I'm sorry if you thought me untrue,
I hope you will let me atone.


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