Questions flewAnd words were hurled into the airAnd when the
Crickets rhythmically singTheir mournful melodiesA monotone by requestBut they f
This is my forty-fifth depressing tune.They're looking for money as
Deep inside the darkest nightIs drinking in the lightFrom pinholes
It's every day I'm in this place I feel this
I see the wonder setting inOver where I am goingAnd
These things which I so often wonderThis need to create
I'm like Thomas doubting fingers running the scars Your wrists
There is freedom within, there is freedom withoutTry to catch
I dreamt of something last night in my sleep;I saw
Drifting away from youSpinning down to the pinpoint drop of
You and the moon are a beautiful sight to me.The
eyes wide open all the time just like a drug
Standing in the middle of a forestBasking in the glorious
Let me, let me know what makes you happyAnd I'll
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