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Nov 2015
I swear it's true I'd come home to you,
but I can't find my car keys
And I can't remember where it is we live

I took a train ride across your eyes into your mind and through your spine
And saw some great scenery along the way
I was asked to keep my greedy hands inside the ride,
but I didn't listen
and I lost my forearm trying to take a piece of your heart with me

Ejected from my seat, I see you slowly getting smaller
I just had to push that big, red button to see what it did
Curiosity is doing its best to **** me again
I just have to run my hand through each flame to make sure it's hot
Because when I finally find one that's not,
I want to make sure I don't miss it
Arlo Disarray
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Arlo Disarray  In your imagination
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