What if there were
building after building
of forces bending us to our end
Wits
Tuning it to our channels
Through chords and tunnel echoes
Losing our
Privacy
I'll find you tucked away
In my favorite folder
full of
Music
Pluck you out and
play you like a fiddle
Play you like a
Fiddle
They'll find us together
Tear us apart
And discontinue
our album
But I'll find you in that
place we call our
Own
I'll find you there
and we'll finally be free
Finally, free
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
What if there were
building after building
of forces bending us to our end
Wits
Tuning it to our channels
Through chords and tunnel echoes
Losing our
Privacy
I'll find you tucked away
In my favorite folder
full of
Music
Pluck you out and
play you like a fiddle
Play you like a
Fiddle
They'll find us together
Tear us apart
And discontinue
our album
But I'll find you in that
place we call our
Own
I'll find you there
and we'll finally be free
Finally, free
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