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How hidden, how high How low we search without Fear or nerve; enamored we scout Not withstanding our falling out Every impossibility we seek out positively No scandals, no scoundrels We're faced with yearning, grand dreaming; how lavishing Pouring out every word, every feeling, every tear, every melody Here theres no melancholy, only harmony Counting every day, every hour, every minute Listening to sweet musings The chords are thundering We've been lost, no longer wondering; we're hollering Leaving the world swirling How crazy we are, not suffocating Blind, falling we're mindless faltering But we're mindless just humming happily
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
Our Bodies Floundering
How hidden, how high How low we search without Fear or nerve; enamored we scout Not withstanding our falling out Every impossibility we seek out positively No scandals, no scoundrels We're faced with yearning, grand dreaming; how lavishing Pouring out every word, every feeling, every tear, every melody Here theres no melancholy, only harmony Counting every day, every hour, every minute Listening to sweet musings The chords are thundering We've been lost, no longer wondering; we're hollering Leaving the world swirling How crazy we are, not suffocating Blind, falling we're mindless faltering But we're mindless just humming happily
August 8, 2012
Written by
emanuel-martinez
Mexican
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
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