So, driven to distraction
By witless repartee
And wittering conversation
Of deep banality
Eventually
He seeks out interaction
Fresh eccentricity
On closer observation
Nothing's all that it seems to be
Nothing's more than it seems
To be
He scattered himself all over the place (He scattered himself)
While hiding behind closed doors (Hiding behind closed doors)
And day by dull day fell more off the pace (And day after day)
A life suspended in live pause
He gave of himself in fractional clues (He gave of himself, it's true)
Oblique synchronicities (How weakly the voice came through)
But nobody knows how alien he grew (Nobody knows)
How, drained away behind his open face
He'd lost his identity
By witless repartee
And wittering conversation
Of deep banality
Eventually
He seeks out interaction
Fresh eccentricity
On closer observation
Nothing's all that it seems to be
Nothing's more than it seems
To be
He scattered himself all over the place (He scattered himself)
While hiding behind closed doors (Hiding behind closed doors)
And day by dull day fell more off the pace (And day after day)
A life suspended in live pause
He gave of himself in fractional clues (He gave of himself, it's true)
Oblique synchronicities (How weakly the voice came through)
But nobody knows how alien he grew (Nobody knows)
How, drained away behind his open face
He'd lost his identity
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