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spirits…
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in hysterics
spinning out -
Lets go and get my bicycle
you can sit on the back -
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coaxed into haunting the cathedral,
a nervous ghost with burning hands,
dancing with the seagulls -
Hot, Cold, Hot, Cold.
Frozen, Fractured.
A mattress, a canyon.
Cold hands, warm heart.
Keep your hands above the covers. -
One step forward, two steps backwards.
Lets stay drunk together, we can sleep forever.
One step forward, three steps backwards.
Now I’m dead in the road, I’ve lost my way home.
