There I was sitting on the top of the world
In
Like a turning head, like a second look
Like a burning
I'd like a flat white, a day of pale skies
And
You go on;
And I'll be okay
I can dream the rest
So once I had a little house in the country
I left the keys in the car
I left the door
We had lunch in a bakery
At the end of your
You go on i'll be okay
I can dream the rest
All of these God-damned insecurities
And this blood-curling anxiety
Oh I'll stri
come lay down in the water,
we're all sons and daughters,
rest
Last night sleeps in my memory
Sun light soaks in
And I'm
I called out across the sea
‘Normality! Can you hear me?’
But
I'm sitting on this bed i may as well be
Stevie was a connoisseur
Everybody wanted to be her
She chose her
Do you know that I spend my days
Walking the streets
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