| My thoughts
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| Crumpled like the covers of an unmade bed
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| The potential is there but
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| Lost in the present
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| Gone are the words to translate
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| My face, wet but weightless
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| The worry washed out my eyes and
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| Into the night
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| There is a moment where I hold nothing but myself
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| And then a moment more passes and I let her go too
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| Weightless
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| You don’t have to understand, understand my way
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| I don’t have to understand, understand their way
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| They don’t have to understand, understand my way
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| We don’t have to understand the same
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| There is a small garden under the table with a soft light
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| And the corners of this room
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| They’re filled with drawers of dust-covered memories
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| In your mother’s embrace, are you really there?
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| Do you really feel her love?
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| Line gone, stories remain
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| Line gone, stories remain
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| Revision it’s lost
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| Your vision it’s lost
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| You don’t have to understand, understand my way
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| I don’t have to understand, understand their way
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| They don’t have to understand, understand my way
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| We don’t have to understand the same
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| Free
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| Free
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| Free
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| Free |