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Sundays, One emotional. Windows, Fall into my bones. Sunrise, Fade into the void. No more rush, No decline. I'm annoyed. Gold air in my dome. City speaking through the glow. Stay low in my chest. Nothing else to pull me test. I'm annoyed, I'm annoyed. Chasing something I can do. No more choice, no more choice. I'm annoyed. I'm breathing first. Gold air, Late at night. Same old drawn try. Everything, I'm okay. Just float inside the rain. I'm annoyed, I'm annoyed. Let me be the same as joy. No more noise, no more choice. I'm annoyed. I'm breathing first. The night is all we dim. With nothing but the day begin. The day is all I know. Only this begins to go. I'm Annoyed, annoyed. Let me see the better glow. No more noise, No more choice. I'm annoyed. I'm breathing first. Sun plays in the deep. No time to speak. Streetlights flicker in. Every move sent to you. Sunrise, fall and move. Certain subtle dust to groove. I'm annoyed