Colorado, can you hear me?
Are you listening, are you even
You are 'Sir', you're a senator
And senator, you were right
It's
A chance to breathe
Everyone breathe
The news is hard, the days
This device in my hand
Well, it does not understand
How I
It used to bother me, all the shapes I can't
There's a hole in your voice
And you say it's a
I was busy, I was occupied
I was burning the fields
A
It was not tricky to enjoy
A cigarette in hand was
St. Modesto
You were the ground line humming
You were the thread
You've got the pen
And we've done the typing
Why can't you
If I don't make my next connection
I'm surely drawing near
It used to bother me, all the shapes I can't
Make way for the new times, now
All your traditions were
We tried all thirteen channels
But they burned me out again
Because
Our plans, collapsing:
Our lives fall apart today,
and we cannot find
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