That there.
That's not me.
I go.
Where I please.
I walk through walls.
I float down the Liffey.
I'm not here.
This isn't happening.
I'm not here.
I'm not here.
In a little while.
I'll be gone.
The moment's already passed.
Yeah it's gone.
And I'm not here.
This isn't happening.
I'm not here.
I'm not here.
Strobe lights and blown speakers.
Fireworks and hurricanes.
I'm not here.
This isn't happening.
I'm not here.
I'm not here.
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