all the random music that comes up on my iPod now is too painful to listen to, it reminds me of you.
the whole thing is still a raw wound that has yet to be covered up, friend.
oh and just a heads up, every thing's easy when you never have to choose.
Drop your guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time/
I got a mind full of blanks/
I need to go somewhere new fast/
And don't be shy, oh no, at least deliberately/
No one really cares or wanders why anymore/
Oh I got music, coming outta my hands and feet and kisses/
That is how it once was done/
All the dreamers on the run/
Forgive them even if they are not sorry
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