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I've got a backseat lover sitting in my zone

And I don't think that I can keep it never holding it close

And I can't find

What's tied to myself

Life of simple mind

You think that nothing is left

I've got a new trip feel it as it starts to coast

And all this noise it makes me sick contains the feeling of flow

And I can't wind

What's stuck in my chest

I can't sit there

For somebody else

What am I? Who are we? What is the final close?

Miles, minutes, when you finish, have you found your repose?

What's the story now?

And will it ever end?

What it's all about

Tying up your split ends