"Broken Fingers"
As we wallow in our hallow paths
Ankles cracked like sidewalks under the feet of cities
We can only reach
Constricted, wire-wide throats straining to call
For what we've only felt through sleep
Your eyes are like two ominous clouds
And though I cannot see
For distance drives me blindI can hear your cries
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I'm just saying.
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With the hey nani-nani, tra-la, tra-la.
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