.when my voice cuts out
i'll sell our song
(i'm a slave to these words)
for a broken box full of new jersey's all
(can you imagine. everything's perfect.)
i sat myself down beside a shell
it's fallen from heaven and hollow like my head.
(i'm no longer bounded.)
i think no matt.
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