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Jan 2015
ill pull at my hair because sometime i forgot i could
be rough with myself
the heavy weather is falling from the sky and pouring out my ears
the silence of the room is not enough
i see before i feel
a melody playing for a lifetime
not a note out of place
not an instrument bent
it stops when you stop to listen to your sobs
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Written by
Alex Fern
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