Sifting through the wreckage. at a hundred miles an hour.
Searching for a night club. a source of worship power.
Grabbing worn out cast off lovers. throwing out a trail of
Need or more. i never called you baby. made the necessary
Motion. swallowed pride for peace of mind. while
Swimming in your ocean. i always had to fit. or be aware of
It or more.
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