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i could get lost down here, amidst everything i want to run away from, but the appeal is quite alluring.
i could write my book in the sand, and write messages in bottles to send to you, way across my world.
dragging around with fire in my hands.

fear of not getting out can be easily overcome by making sure all my exits are valid.
across a border across the sea in the middle, a little pea where i was born.
heavy air and a warm breeze vaccuums me right into where Astrid was
when she turned her first trick for some green

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in and out of windows
in and out the wind blows
in and out my sin goes
in and out sweaters sewed
in and out needle flows
in and out i need to go