The bells ring far
We clench our bellies like them
The way I walk, the way you run
It won't match the same
I know you miss me
The right-old-missed me
I never change
The blankets driving me undone
I'm losing my head over the Moon
The tamborines they make it better
How I speak the crashes come louder
And when I sprint they sprain the screams
The straining of good-only dreams
The tamborines they make it better
How I scream the crashes come louder
And when I sprint they sprain the screams
The straining of bad-only dreams
The tamborines they make it better
How I crash the better comes louder
And when I sprint they sprain the screams
The straining of white-only dreams

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