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Gray noise of the folk, crazy bass sounding and the hum of humanity. Who would have thought? You're here now, with whomever you're here now with. But where will you go? And who would have thought? To the hum of humanity and other things I speak the end to stop the gray noise, and my head raises on accident. When my dwindling attention is caught with a sharpness I can't explain, I can see the sounds descend.