Im grinding my teeth to your songs
Singing after the fact shone
Looking in the dark for light
Something comfortable is gone
And moving on I wish good
For you and your kids
Rearranging furniture
My armchair on the skids
Dancing after laughter
Not enough to get worse
Fighting>?
Won two lost one.
Run rabbit run.
Broadly……
Word I hate
What’s left
isn’t great
Make
Peace
Create
Make
Your
Own
Fe
Te
.
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