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I ponder of something great My lungs will fill and then deflate They fill with fire, exhale desire I know it's dire, my time today. I have these thoughts so often i ought To replace that slot with what i once bought Because somebody stole my car radio and now i just sit in silence. Sometimes quiet is violent I find it hard to hide it My pride is no longer inside It's on my sleeve My skin will scream Reminding me of Who I killed inside my dream I hate this car that I'm driving There's no hiding for me I'm forced to deal with what I feel There is no distraction to mask what is real I could pull the steering wheel I have t