Woke up crying today.
Feeling bare as the trees, bare as bone.
Dreams plagued me.
Dreams of my fathers funeral
And I was singing here comes the sun because he used to sing it to me in the crib.
and somebody had died because of me somehow.
And I was walking in a cold, bare alleyway in some other state
And every member of my family was crowded around me
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