Walking into the public library
Always looking for the bathroom
Dead people in books
This paper decays
Always looking for the bathroom
A race for the farthest toilet
This paper decays
Nothing but the voice in my mind
A race for the farthest toilet
So the people are avoided
Nothing but the voice in my mind
Like many flowers dying
So the people are avoided
Their books become mine
Like many flowers dying
My eyes burn the paper
Their books become mine
Dead people in books
My eyes burn the paper
Walking into the public library
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