Fireworks. All I Have To Offer Is My Own Confusion. When We Stand On Each Other We Block Out The Sun. Focs artificials. Tot el que hem d'oferir és la meva pròpia confusió. Quan ens trobem en un a l'altre de tapar el sol.
...It's comforting to know not much has changed From the fields we used to roam to sneak into those two abandoned homes Everyone's a writer I just have a general block
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