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A person who thinks all the time Has nothing to think about except thoughts So... he loses touch with reality And lives in a world of illusions By thoughts I mean specifically, Chatter in the skull Perpetual and compulsive repetition of words, of reckoni...

I hung my simple words Somewhere down in the valley where we once laid I reached out my hand Looking for signs in a pocket of sand And I still don't see Where the rain finally gives away to solid ground And I can't stop thinking about you I'm not sleep...