Hours look to be gone with you tonight
Here I have a melody in this needle
Well minutes that died in you
I've watched you break your meaning
Crying, crying, I dont seem to care only
All the golden hearts only your beats
organs and strings swirl inside together
Rumbling between bones and lungs
My violins will cradle any indecisions
Then, you'll lean foreward a listen
In the end
May this tone.. hopefully, maybe it'll comfort you
Adios
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