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By stability Date: 2006 Nov 28 Comment on this Work [[2006.11.28.13.53.27381]] |
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My conscience spins around me like a dream I let myself fly I’m drunk Taking awkward, tempered steps next to you Resting on your arm, eyes closed smile It’s the way you always face me when we sleep I’m not dead to the world I’m wasted on you Drinking in my hope |