| I'm Afraid There's A Hole In My Brain |
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| I dream a little bit about the chance of seeing you |
| And outside stays true |
| And outside through the window pane |
| And the hole in my brain |
| I’m getting hold of myself |
| And honey it’s stunning at such a peculiar pace |
| I see the wrinkles in your face start to deepen and form |
| And I said we’ll run until the sun burns out |
| And I’d like to know |
| Who wants to run until the sun burns out |
| And I’d like to |
| Honey it’s fitting at such an unusual time |
| I see the freckles and the lines start to darken and sag |
