Paroles de Peanut Butter Oven
one thing to bewould be the dust on t.v.
one thing to be
stones wet with sympathy
one thing to be
a taste, a smell, a feeling for free
a cry sometimes
cuts a line across the sky
and sleeps in close
sticking to my ears at night
cuts a line across the sky
and sleeps in close
sticking to my ears at night
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