your the analyst ,
the fungus in my milk ,
when you want no one ,
and you've got someone ,
through the wind you crawl ,
and laugh at burning dunes ,
when no one else will ever see ,
now that you know why you feel like you do ,
their turning their head ,
whilst they wait for no one ,
and finally i know
why you feel like letting go :(
im watching you watch over me ,
and i've got the greatest view from here ,
:(
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