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That bit before you remember
Everything you know begins to blend
Into bones that ache with things that you can’t spell

Rearrange beds to make sure thoughts
Flow straight from my house to yours
And when you’re asleep you can forget about us all

Aches that sail like ships through cartilage you never did anything to
For some reason it wants you to know it’s not so happy with you
And when your eyes open wide for just one second inside
The morning is your own

And when your eyes clear up and
You come to terms with everything you’ve got
Your laughs don’t fall out like they used too
They just sink straight back into you

Aches that sail like ships through cartilage you never did anything to
For some reason it wants you to know it’s not so happy with you
And when your eyes open wide for just one second inside
The morning is your own

Save a piece of string for me
Keep it safe and neat and tidy
I swear one day it will come in handy

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