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my head is full of anxious scenes |
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and dried up like abandoned pools |
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and my body reacts like a thirsty sponge |
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as in comes all of the valued seas |
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in these places |
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refilling my cup means killing the knots |
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that strangle the heft on my shoulders |
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the clouds flush out and numb animals fight |
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and the lights are what colors carry softly |
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in life in these places |
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oh please keep me here with myself |
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let me hide in the nearest skies |
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eclipse the trips and the tries |
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i found what had stolen my eyes |
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the stones on my feet where i'm walking |
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remind me of the heat after morning |
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where i'm going the wheels are contagious |
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where i've been the day never changes |
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in these places |