Винная дисперсия на кухонном столе
18 April
Always never seems to work,
It's a word you never learned.
I don't really see the way clear.
It's a sea ever churning in tides,
In the sureness of mind
And our words just repeat now, forever, again

Well, this might take a while to figure out now
So don’t you rush it
And hold your head up high right through the doubt now
Cause it’s just a matter of time
You’ve been running so fast
It’s the seven day mile
Has you torn in-between here and running away
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