The sound of cars
& the wound-up stars
All stall & stop eventually
So noon declines to blue
& night rains to dull morning dew
So dawn goes down to day they say.
The wind wants to batter,
& clouds like to drift & scatter
& the sky is high & bright & glad & empty
I wanna be forgotten
I wanna be forgotten
I wanna be free, free, free
I wanna be forgotten
I wanna be forgotten
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