歌词
There are fields for what you think and what you feel.
Paraphrase your life, they don't care for detail.
A yellow paper canvas with cells for your conclusions.
Sign the dotted line and law will make it truthful.
They'll file us close in a heavy steel box.
Cast away not guarded or locked.
As we were, that's how we'll stay.
Aside from the files you placed in the way.
We'll smile adjacent phrases. the ink documents my mistakes.
This will be the last you here from me. we can't be friends.
We're nothing but paper and pens.
We'll always be close in the box where we rest.
R for rejected and s for success
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