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Your eyes are full of water I suppose
You're not crying it's just the lighting
My house is dark and full of static
When you're smiling it feels like magic
So I say everything that's in my head
And you follow through and stay in my drunk bed
In the morning it doesn't quite feel over
I'm retraining my classical conditioning
My chest feels right about where it should be
My mouth requests another meeting
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When I'm holding a pen
My brain shuts off
Like a computer whose chord
Has been yanked from the wall
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Are my hands considered analog
Can my lips be a cassette
My eyes are clearly screens
Even if my glasses are in my hand
And I'm all full of wires
Transmitting signals moving blood
To my brain and to my chest
To my ego and to my nerves
And I will wait
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Des Moines
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U Can Count on Me
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