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to boldly clap in a room full of nothingyou never know, it could be one of thosepoignant eveningsmuseum's locked and it's long since past closing,you cannot know, you cannot not know,what you're knowingwhat can you dothey're all gone andwe'll go toothe curtain climbs over me every morning I don't know why I'm so immunized against reforming to coldly slap at a face full of nothing, you never know it could've been one of those looks of longingwhat can you dothey're all gone and we'll go toomore