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Feb 2019
I live in a house with a tin roof and every time it rains
I can feel my brain is moving
Back and forth
Upside down
Eastwards
Feeling I'm remembering
Everything you do

I was up last night
Tossing and turning
Couldn't get to sleep and I slept thru the morning
Need to clear my head and get out of the city
All alone in the jungle you'll find me

Close your eyes
And hear my secret
Deep, deep loving
Hear my secret
Hear my secret
Hear my secret

Sometimes I can hear the tremble below me
Pounding thru the floor
My body so restless
It lives in the basement below some boxes
Makes me feel so strange and so thoughtless so
Maybe someday this roof will cave in
You'll find me on the floor looking at the stars
These walls are made of brick, plated in gold
But I'm still here
Growing so old
Close your ears and hear my secret
Deep, deep loving
Hear my secret
Hear my secret
Hear my secret
Close your eyes and hear my secret
Deep, deep loving
Hear my secret
Hear my secret
Hear my secret
Dylan Jones
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Dylan Jones  17/M/Hoover, Alabama
(17/M/Hoover, Alabama)   
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