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morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and soundsi wish the ceiling was the groundi'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sunto help me make up for this onewhile you send me tidal waves of love when you're aloneand i can't remember what you doto find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blueand bring me faithful back to youand she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me therenot tonightif we break off gently in slow motion, spinning outward into spacemy hand always floating gently at the wheel while you sweetly hold my faceand i need you to give it meaning, i need you to share the viewor it becomes a time for me to love myself like every other thing i do
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