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The Prids

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Beyond the color, beams the messages
Every minute tells me how it is
Locking in, and the world falls away
In a daze of the glaze of your display

Freezing all the time

And here my regrets go

Keep no secret of it,
I've got a tolerance for it
The text in your eyes
Ten words for the word cry...