solitude of dreams, the quiet facts that keep us loud, the silent blow of an ongoing thought, rescuing yourself from falling in love, wearing your body just get around , to where you though you'd never and to where you already are, the quirks of a light blue morning, the lingering of your love, hello deep hollywood sorrow you stayed with me for too long, cuz i ve got a voice but sometimes i don't use it right, to tell the truth, fake the lies im the soul of a spirit the walk of a dame cuz all i do is dream i think i've gotten pretty used to that.
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