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Please give me a second face
I’ve fallen far down
The first time around
Now I just sit on the ground in your way” – Fly, Nick Drake
A heart that’s full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won’t heal
You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don’t, they don’t speak for us
I’ll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises….
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I feel like my existence doesn’t matter to those who matter to me. And I fail to make an impression on those who make an impression on me. I wish this cycle would end.
I’m back in the US, and I really don’t want to be. This summer I will be working on my French to become closer to fluent, and I’ll be starting on German. Anybody have any ideas on how I can move to Europe??
I really miss Taize….
