i'm buying fuel oil five gallons at a time
and the silence that flows through this house
and the madness it carries on its waves like plastic
bottles and drinking straws is entirely my own
there's a certain relaxation knowing that, an exhalation
I try dancing, but I'm still pretty tight
what happened to you that locked you up so?
and the silence that flows through this house
and the madness it carries on its waves like plastic
bottles and drinking straws is entirely my own
there's a certain relaxation knowing that, an exhalation
I try dancing, but I'm still pretty tight
what happened to you that locked you up so?
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