i can't help but I can't help but i can't help but
the sound pounding underneath
i can't help but I can't help but I can't help but I can't brath
but the spund in my throat lungs desires and merges with air
then i sing
my song is breath
birds cries
shadows
makes the music make the motion make thematter.
i fell in love with a dream
and you are intimidated by me
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