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It's 6AM, I'm shivering beneath the bed sheets
The pillowcase fell off last night when I held it in my arms. I read
Short stories, while you twitched in your sleep beside me, your
Breath it fell so heavy, as I sat there in the dark

And oh you whispered quiet, making friends beneath the
Scenery of a sun cracked open sky beneath the dark lids
Of your eyes. You were skipping stones and I was still alone

You've narrowed it down to the singular
Of course you've won
There's about a thousand lives
Flushed down Fairmount Park
The needle on the thread line stitches
Tries to wrap its seems down all our babes
But we're calloused now in silent sounds
Since winter came

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Thunder woke me up, it was storming in the city
I was suddenly wide awake
Sitting in the darkness but my eyes, they had adjusted
I was on my own, on my own

I still find it scary, lightning sure could start a fire
Brick and mortar, might not survive

There are 16 homes on every street
They all of course lie in the neatest rows
Cradling broken homes and dinner prayers
Rocking us all to sleep in bones

Which one's mine? I can't tell
We're sick of that suburban smell
They look the same, look the same