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As you were.
You must scroll forever.
Swim down through the fathoms of your soul
If you don't try and get your feet wet
You're a liar and a troll
Etchings, thousands, etchings of your eyes
If you don’t climb atop the Eiffel
You’ll never fall or die
Hold on to your headlights
They hold your skin to your bones
Fold in fear of the white lines
You know you'll scroll forever
You know we'll scroll forever in the tide.
