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You lean your head upon your friends shoulder Back in the white room A blonde haired man, just another sailor Silent smiles and hopeless looks Rip off long shreds of dry skin Stand up and face the wind We caught a skun disease Conscuoussness fell asleep Then no more choice Then no more voice No more choice I don't want to hear this inner voice It's so hard to take one's choice And now, I'm throwing out my thoughts