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• Artiste: Saintseneca
• Titre: Daendors
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I spend the day indoors Rolling my mind round undone chores Feeling guilty for nothing in particular And over and over I thought What is this thing that I’ve wrought? How is it that my leg’s caught up and away up and away And over and over again Nothing I want to defend Nothing I could recommend Nothing to say nothing to chase away I spent the night inside Rolling the rules round the hills of my mind and what is right if I am never justified? You broke your ribs for this. I hope it was worth every cell split. And what are we besides agreements of the senses? Own my days. Live my days. Rip my days. Couldn’t find enough to do Couldn’t find enough to occupy you