.Hey, I forgot, tripping into traffic hypnotized by the Northern lights
That imply, static on the ceiling, I got something
Hey, present tense, slipping on the silence like a clove made of rainy nights
Come and sense, barking out the order, I got something,
I donât know what Iâm do.
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