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Sick so sick so lost and tired Need a new place with air and sky Tall buildings aren’t and people smile People with other people being people My heart murmurs Murmurs to me that I should be somewhere else Somewhere fresh with real air, real sky, real people I won’t know anyone but I will then I will leave in time To get new space and new air, meet new people Salt is the life that gives Hair whips round the faces of citizens from the wind that blows Blows the oceans waves to peaks That causes roars at night and creates catastrophic crashes Hear me roar hear me hear me I can’t hear over the whisper the murmur My heart Tells me and demands of me something new Salt and wind and new and new Fresh so fresh not lost or tired
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Apr 15, 2011
Apr 15, 2011 at 9:28 AM UTC
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Sick so sick so lost and tired Need a new place with air and sky Tall buildings aren’t and people smile People with other people being people My heart murmurs Murmurs to me that I should be somewhere else Somewhere fresh with real air, real sky, real people I won’t know anyone but I will then I will leave in time To get new space and new air, meet new people Salt is the life that gives Hair whips round the faces of citizens from the wind that blows Blows the oceans waves to peaks That causes roars at night and creates catastrophic crashes Hear me roar hear me hear me I can’t hear over the whisper the murmur My heart Tells me and demands of me something new Salt and wind and new and new Fresh so fresh not lost or tired
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hml
Canadian
Apr 15, 2011
Apr 15, 2011 at 9:28 AM UTC
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