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Oct 2011
Come talk with me for a while,
Lets do acid in the rain,
We can sing to the people who aren’t there,
See some sounds, dance with the clouds,
Come stab me in the heart, with your fist full of confetti,
Lets scream like we would in nightmares,
Move our bodies as Truth’s smile walks,
He comes and he goes and he makes the breaths
Making boat rides even more unsteady,
Take away my food and I’ll still run
Take away my wings and I’ll still fly,
Give me a drink or three,
Open my eyes
And we’ll talk to the trees.
Written by
Tristan Claude
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