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
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
I guess you could say I'm a little afraidWhat if
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