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Sometimes I go whole days |
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listening bored, half sleep |
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I won't say anything |
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that's worth a thing to me |
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One day, suddenly, time |
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took a turn that once felt so brief |
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I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly |
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What begins as an unguarded |
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train of thoughts slowly can become |
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an addiction to the slumber |
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of disconnection and the resonance |
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of memory that no longer has a shape |
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but keeps you numb through |
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the hours till gone is another day |
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Be aware, my darling |
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these things I say I mean |
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are just traces of something |
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I long to feel again |
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I see our time expand |
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in the air almost forcibly, |
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spreading thinner till it dissolves completely |