I am feeling just a little down
Nothing I hate wrapped breeze around
And I can't ignore it
If I don't look real hard
Make me fit two idols
Out of everything that stars
Sometimes, I make burns on my arm
'Cause it moves like a finger
From my heart to my arm
And I'm driving
And it keeps me awake
And I have so many more
Times to make
And I am going to the sea
Maybe those triangles
Can form without me
Surround the world
In the grasslands
And for years of you
In the grassy meadows
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