In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
I'm drowning here
I've got my hand up the ocean's rising nothing but water on the far horizon I'm yelling at you can you hear me? the sea is swiftly heading near me I see you smiling am I not clear? I am not waving I'm drowning here
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