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(feat. Buck 65) [Buck 65] sounds like an air conditioner, the pounding of pistons bodies negotiating, a dog barks in a distance crickets and bullfrogs quietly graphic the turning on pages, the droll roar of traffic the pencil on a paper, the wind in a chimney thoughts in my head, hollow and (thinny?) alarmed clocks' sirens, the creeking of floorboards surf on a rocks, echoes in corridors (?) riots, head on collisions the ringing of telephones, the cooing of pigeons after new playground voices next door defining stillness and starewells I explore electrical hum of anger and fear clothes hitting the floor, a bug in your ear the turning of concrete trucks in a soil trees in a forest, a (pattern?) full boiled I can hear myself blink, where did she go down in the hole, buried in snow under the water, should I fail to care I go out and I follow a long trail of hair what if I'm caught, what if it goes wrong what was I thinking, I forgot to put clothes on there's a crack in the sky, a pain in my shoulder Letras de cancioneswhen I was a kid, it's the same when I'm older I'm out of control with a crow in a shoebox out in the street wearing nothing but two socks now I'm confused from brighter to duller the long trail of hair has begun to change color from red to jet black, I just don't get that the last thing I need at this point is a setback my heart and my (?), it hurts when I swallow I got to stay focused and continue to follow From Letras Mania