Jesus Christ, it is Saturday and there are jackhammers blasting the asphalt in front of our house. The frame of the house is shaking. The cat hiding behind my books is shaking. I haven't slept except in naps since Sunday. How can this be legal? At nine in the morning on a weekend, even people who aren't us are asleep.
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- 1: You flipped the script and you shot the plot
- 2: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 3: And the birds flew right by and the earth made them sing
- 4: Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time
- 5: There's nothing here but echoes
- 6: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 7: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 8: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 9: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 10: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
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