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Something's always gone wrong.

There's not a right time for anything,
Except discussing the meaning of the right time;
And I really don't care if it's the middle of winter.
I'll grab a blanket, heat up a drink;
I'll sit in the basement anyway.
I'll talk with my best friend about
How the world could be a better place -
Our one last desperate hope.
Until we admit that we were just dreamers,
And it's finally time for the meds to wear off.

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