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i'm tumbling, like clothes through a dryer.

i'm fumbling, like a professor correcting papers,

i'm waking up screaming,

i'm soaring through the air, like a paper plane with no direction,

i'm lost, like this culture without cell phones,

i'm a wreck.

a wreck.

i swear to you,

i don't know where i am going. 

you'll never know.