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Aug 2016
I'm probably lost underneath my hat,
it's scary, dark and cold,
I can see this being a place,
where I grow old.

I'll hide in the seams of my hat,
this seems like a nice place to be at.

You, wouldn't understand what's on my mind,
eyes too wide for the sun to shine.

I'm probably lost underneath your hat,
It's scary safe and warm,
and I can see it being a place where I am all yours.

So I'll pull the seams of my hat,
this seems like the right place to relapse,
and all that I thought that I had,
It was only a need to snap back.

You, wouldn't understand what's on my mind,
mind to wide for sun to shine.
Mike Patten
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