I wanna trip inside your head,spend the day there. To hear the things you haven't said. And see what you might see. I want to hear you when you call, do you feel anything at all?
I want to see your thoughts take shape. And walk right out. Freedom has a scent, like the top of a new born baby's head. The songs are in your eyes. I see them when you smile
I've had enough I'm not giving up. On a MIRACLE DRUG
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