Up on dagger creek
Watching visions in the spring
Of this psychotronic view
Who are you, how about you?
Feeling that the wall's
A familiar shape to touch
I am seeking in the dark
Of your childhood home
Oh you
I'll miss you more than more
I'm lost without you
I'm a fraud without you
Calling out my name
At least I think that was my name
There's this feeling like a gun
At the back of my neck
This place used to be fun
Now it's just an empty fucking space in my heart
Now I'm just chasing all the sounds in my head
And the sounds in my head
Is there a word for the moment
You notice all your pores
In my heart
It's been a while but I could try anyway
And if ever happens
I wonder what their accents will be like
10 years' time
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