cloudy eyes and
a blind thought
my bed no longer
feels like home
it was where
i burned out my tears
and had your voice
on my record player
decisions on living
and grey sunrises
cloudy eyes and
a blind thought
my bed no longer
feels like home
it was where
i burned out my tears
and had your voice
on my record player
decisions on living
and grey sunrises
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