lørdag 3. september 2016

11 past nothing

caught in the middle of a hundred and five
the night was heavy and the air was alive
but she couldn't find how to push through

drove the chevy to the lady but the lady was dry
I'm wasting my time I've got nothing to do
I'd like to change my point of view

another porcupine tree
I wonder

I don't believe that anybody feels like I do

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