by mike
am i broken
i need a minute to get open
its a comfort vow
what would we talk about
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probably nothing
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im gone when im there
sent new moons so far from this sphere
feel good late sun
clear blue sky send a rocket through the dawn
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they need their medicine
going through heaven and hell again
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you wanted change
without changing
you want it back again
im a little bit aimless
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why do we bottle it
oceans of emotions and we sunk til were stuck
