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Aug 2013
You, were a gem
Shining inside my head
You, were a gem
And I let you inside my head
And now, now that feeling seems dead
You, were a top
Spinning too fast to be controlled
And the halls, the halls are being patrolled,
And I, I feel like the bottom of a totem pole
You, you were a top, and you aren't ready to stop spinning,
And I, I couldn't stop grinning
But that was then, and this, this is now

You, you were a handle
You, you helped me stand when I needed help a little X2
But that was then, and this, this is now

We, we seemed like a puzzle,
Fitting together like a Rottweiler with a muzzle
And I, I was out of my mind,
And I, I wrote words that might have been too kind,
Now I, I bite my tongue
But we, we both still know the things that were done
And I, I only hope I can catch you when you stop spinning
Sing to the rythym of "box full of letters" by wilco
Written by
Alexander Ross
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