Circadian Rhythm Fucked
Well I never claimed to understand what happens after dark
But my fingers catch sparks at the thought of touching you
Then you walk on, baby, walk onMusic is never as pure as when your body's stone dead and your mind's weightless and it's 3:11 in the morning and a million minutes before the stars wake up and begin their journey from the night ( Read more... )
But my fingers catch sparks at the thought of touching you
Then you walk on, baby, walk onMusic is never as pure as when your body's stone dead and your mind's weightless and it's 3:11 in the morning and a million minutes before the stars wake up and begin their journey from the night ( Read more... )
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pray tell, do well
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I find that I write best when sleep- deprived.
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if you're looking for it than you don't have it and shouldn't know what it is to begin with. (plus, you'll find it. but that part's not important)
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