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tarinank€rrontaA? [Intro] [Verse] Lyrics Assembly (Collected Evidence of a Week Existing) [Verse] Spent all night filming every pair of shoes I own, Morning came, the footage vanished, gone. A fake Converse caught a pebble in the street, White socks glowing like a surrender flag beneath my feet. Stopped traffic for a stone the size of a bad idea, Humans build cities and still end up doing this out here. One tiny rock, one dramatic scene, More memorable than the movie that never made the screen. [Pre-chorus] Numbers one to nine float through the air, An apology drifting from nowhere. Somebody had one job, then reality disagreed, The universe runs on technical difficulties. [Chorus] Round the pond, day three of seven, Pokémon route like a quest from heaven. One kilometer, shower, wet hair, Trying to become a functioning person somewhere. Round and round, collecting miles, Tiny victories stacked in untidy piles. The grand design is mostly luck and timing, Yet somehow the progress bar keeps climbing. [Verse] Milk frother buzzing like it knows the truth, Whipping UHT into café-proof. Hot chocolate dreams in a plastic cup, Civilization held together by stirring things up. A vision board asks who I want to be, The answer changes weekly, apparently. Sketch timer ticking, random photos flash, Trying to catch a moment before it dashes. [Bridge] Honey on the counter, melon on the side, Questions nobody warned adulthood would provide. The toilet seat debate survives another year, Humanity remains committed to being weird. A terrier sleeps in a lawyer's home, Birthday gifts searched through aisles alone. Lakritsi, pillowcases, half-formed plans, History is mostly people improvising with their hands. Final Chorus Round the pond, day three of seven, Searching for a route and a little direction. Lost recordings, pebbles, sketches, foam, Building a strange and ordinary home. If the footage fails and the numbers fall, If the grand production never records at all, There'll still be a story in the things that remain: A white sock, a pebble, and a walk in the rain.


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