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the end of the world as we... ( P C )

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Not The End Of The World

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Confusion will no longer reign
My eyes dart around the room
to the various signs & people,
& I realize I still have time for change
The soaring chorus of midnight
will be upon me soon
The "old Angel" as Jack would say...

Anyway, I'm feeling comfortable
in my own skin again
I've wallowed in me
I'm engulfed in me
Sometimes I even marvel at me
I'm intrigued by me,
and what makes me tick
Is it my heart?
My mind?
Or maybe it's time

I'll just go on thinking about it
like the thought-whore that I am
I feel fine