No dress rehearsal, this is our life.
feverish dream
you are ahead by a century
and disappointing you is getting me down
there in the morning shroud
rain fell through the night
hornet stung me
a serious dream
tonight we smoke them out
I pray that you will pick me up
and enfold me in your warm arms
A world made of angry people
Sunshine
I need oxygen
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