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Out of Order


Piece of paper stuck on the door Out of order Everything on this floor Staring at the sign There's a deeper meaning The stars aligned Sign isnt just on the door It's in my mind I'm out of order Slowly breaking down I woke up 3 hours late today Or was that yesterday Losing track of time Out of order Order I dont have a sign on my head I see a bleak future ahead No one gets all my dread I wish i could take back the things i said Cause they were out of order order order Whyd no one stop me Stop me Stop me I'm just too out of order
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