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Notes from Out to Sea
I travel in the dead of night where things are dark and still. My resolve against temptation resounds , guess I am just weak in will. Some heaven some call it death. I've made my calls why waste my breath ? My heart beat is sounding crazy it really starts to go. Like it's switching thru the channels and just can't find a show. I say dont need it while I press it in my hand. I say that I am not tired but I can no longer stand. Then one day she just had it and swallowed up the dawn. And in the dancing of an eyelid that crazy sound is gone.
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