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you've got every inch of your bones & it's this it's not bicycles & it's this it's not the seats on the bus or shoes or chairs that hold you up the house where we live is empty space & every room's assigned a face & every face is full of mind that uses skin to hide behind if your car needed a jump the cables are there in the trunk & if i could have you that way i'd hook up our brains & it'd be great because in there i'd find your thoughts what you like, what you're tired of i wouldn't wonder it would be plain & i'm guessing i would feel less afraid if your car needed a jump From Letras Mania