I feel as if this song fits my current mood, state...
memory comes when memory's old
i am never the first to know
following this stream up north
where do people like us float?
there is room in my lap
for bruises, asses, handclaps
i will never disappear
for forever, i'll be here
whispering
morning keep the streets empty for me
morning keep the streets empty
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