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Apr 2015
Pulse is racing
As radio plays a dirge
Can't feel a heartbeat
As dead as these words
Night once provided cover
Now it gives fever chills
But belonging to no other
No choice but TV and pills
The regime is closing in
The captain gave her orders
Holy Moses can't contribute aid
Already passed the border

So don't tell me you'll mourn me
Don't put roses on my grave
Just give me a grain of solace now
I liked sunflowers better anyway

Don't doubt my imagination
Don't tell me it's in my head
Just give me release from indecision
And the machinery in my bed

Don't tell me to go into the light
Cause my heart's been there all along
But my mind has always adored the shadows
Can you tell me where I belong?
Lucy Tonic
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