cradled in the arms of a
dream, i sit on my bed and sing. tonight has given a new
soul to the grave. i've
screamed and crowed, but it
won't let go. what if i try
all my life, and i still
can't get it right? plug the
same three songs from twenty
years ago. when the morning
comes to find me by the
window, my breathing will be
the only sound, and hope will
be the world revolving. hope
i'm not enjoying this wrong.
Shuffle, Kick, Hum a Tune
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