I dream all year, but they’re not the same kinds And the - TopicsExpress



          

I dream all year, but they’re not the same kinds And the shivers move down my shoulder blades in double time And now people talk to me I’m slipping out of reach now People talk to me, and all their faces blur But I got my fingers laced together and I made a little prison And I’m locking up everyone that ever laid a finger on me I’m going in And this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat Sparking up my heart
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 12:28:20 +0000

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