simpler

the disease and the cure both out of reach

maybe if i help her it will bring some relief 

there's too many secrets i've to keep

they tangle together while i sleep

they cut me open 8 inches deep

same track for days cycles on repeat

the vinyl shredding under the needle

tell the girl not to worry

all her troubles will vanish within one big sweep

 

 

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