Nothing's doing, something's going...
Nothings stopping, something's falling...

Everything's done for a reason.
Infurtherence of "classic" empty.
It's all in fun and it's happening again,
Another page to the book burning.

Good lord of good grief,
Unfilled time elapsed with sleep.
Another day as good as gone,
Wake me up before it's done.

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