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Her face roams to avoid all of mine

The few smiles crooked that I can see

She's the end of the bell curve line

I beg for sleep but where will we be

In a future that's already here

His wails seep into my hopeless mind

The few moments of silence too loud

He's somewhere on the bell curve line

I wish for happiness to come around

In a future that's never here?

My hands pour the beer down the drain

No chemical can bring this line down

We're all on this bell curve in time

The kids born on death beds

Need me to break this line

Need you to break this crime

Else it's too late for them

Else it's too late

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