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I've started to see the world for what it really is, and now I can't believe what I'm about to see. I've started to see the world for what it really is; no longer in my head, not in these words I've read. What am I supposed to do right now? I don't know why, I'll give it a try. What am I supposed to say to you? Go on, don't face her; just run away, 'cause that's what you'll do anyway.