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It Was Always You
i could kid myself in thinking that i'm fine this isn't about words this is about feelings it's not for painting pictures it's for plugging in my thoughts to the amplifier and praying the eyes aren't too harsh. point at the girl with the hole in her heart and the empty space in her hands. hands. i wonder what yours hold now. books... lots of books. maybe another hand. "wellwhydoyoucareanyway" the north wind carries your silent protests from pennsylvania to new york icanhearyou because you sweat sugar rather than salt and you don't even know it i wish i wish i wish with all my wishful heart that i wasn't wishing for a wish one hundred miles apart
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