Aквapиyм - The Postcard,
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ADThis is a postcardFGSaying I'm alright in this beautiful cityDThis is a phone callFGSaying, yes, IAmsleeping alone hereDFBut the telephone lines are cutGFGMy hands can't hold the paperDYou are on my mind Nobody knows your name here, Except when the moon is out And then they toss in their sleep Crying out for you to take them But me I cannot sleep, I cannot dream, My heart is shattered You are on my mindAOnce seven colors used to make a man blind And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire Precise, like sunriseAchild just like any other Made of the bones of the earth Fragile and deathless Yes, I'm alright I'm a church, And I'm burning down You are on my mind...
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