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rain hits the windshieldand tires give wayand for a momentjust a moment ...and you whisper, you whisper\"it's your anxiety\"tell me why you're scaredtell me why you cannot sleepand i won't do a thingand shore lines spread out infinitein four-four time with wasted breath.their spinning headsdon't make a dent in you ...and you whisper in my ears\"it's your anxiety\"fearlessly we brave the darkest streets that we knowliving dead! we don't heed a word that they say!fearsome, though we are ... i still have one on you |
