I hear the tiniest sparks and the tenderest sounds
Driving music
Drowning the sounds
Waltzing with hairs upon my arms
Then your fight or flight alarm
Then you tremble
Then you stumble
And you scrape up your arms
I can't stay here to hold your hand
I've been away for so long
I've lost my taste for home
And that's a dirty, fallow feeling
To...
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