the echoes
of 2008 are still here
i am out of this hill
i will go to an open field
to forget your name.
i am calling another name
a beautiful name
it will still be your name
i guess my paranoia isn't over
hello, hello, hello,
anybody home?
take my arms
i do not have any need of them
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