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My heart aches at every throb Renovate my brain while it's dreaming Vision was painting with clay An enormous cafeteria tray What a way to examine how you felt (how you felt, how you felt) To converse is the inverse of it Slow train I'll never take again (again, again) To sing harmonies with someone Who's not even my friend But I'll always call it as it is Though it gets harder to see it You never know what they're feeling The urge to hit snooze on everything My heart aches at every throb Some sky magnet Has me in its pull, unearths me I'm just trying to stand on my feet From Letras Mania