Sorrow bends into a dream of moral decay, where identity
I run through cars, near and far
Watch me break them
Record player spins
Takes us back to when
Passion first arrived
Everyone else
Your Head Spins
You're just happy to be here
What you miss
My back hits the concrete
Cold to the nerves
The clouds stretch
December, come and gone
The sound resounds too long
What's this you're
I've been worried about you.
Maybe I hide it all
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