Conspiracy
I may know more than I lead on
Then again
I may know nothing
But I can elude to the truth
as if it were
conceivable, in the first place
You shake your head
in a wave of dissonance
that washes over the room
I can't waste time
convincing you
Then again
I may know nothing
But I can elude to the truth
as if it were
conceivable, in the first place
You shake your head
in a wave of dissonance
that washes over the room
I can't waste time
convincing you
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