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buzz you up and I never go anywhere. I am a babbling brook You are a pile of bricks You'll stop the flood and it will make me sick. You are the shoes and
Mold and mice and stolen bikes and a van everybody wants to break into. Dirty halls and holey walls. And a door I'm afraid I can't buzz you in through
good death. I want heroism, mystery and courage. Does anybody think about these things? Every time I lay down recently I've been overcome by nightmares filled with stabbings, guns and
're both getting old. And while you're buying a house, I'm losing sight of my goals. I took my time and now I've got nothing to show. But when I see you
. But now I just drift in and out or get pulled away by beats and measures like I don' t have a choice but failure and running from a brighter future.
If the slightest shove can shatter, crush and vaporize your bones, How are you supposed to deal with stones? I don't wanna go outside 'Cause I might have a terrible day and get sent home. And