i just ride

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast,
I am alone in the night.
Been tryin’ hard not to get in trouble, but I,
I’ve got a war in my mind.
I just ride.

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I’m tired of feeling like I’m fucking crazy.
I’m tired of driving ’til I see stars in my eyes.
I look up to keep myself sane, baby.
Too much I strive, I just ride.

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strategy to avoid unpleasant realities

Countdown seconds on the clock
The night, damn made of ash
With highway lights and sleepless nights
Collecting tickets on the dash

One million lights on buildings
I melt, I feel so small
The road is filled with old mistakes
I don’t regret at all

To cold motels with open arms
Check in, no looking back
Ten dollars to the bellboy
I didn’t even pack

Escape my careful yesterdays
For now, I will survive
And I don’t know if this will work
But I need to feel alive

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stood and looked about, brushed the leaves off of my snout

I was drawn into the pack and before long
They allowed me to join in and sing their song.
So from the cliffs and highest hill,
We would gladly get our fill
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn
And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong.
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And now my fur has turned to skin
And I’ve been quickly ushered in
To a world that I confess I do not know.
I still dream of running careless through the snow
And through the howling winds that blow,
Across the ancient distant flow,
It fill our bodies up like water till we know.

Feed the good wolf.

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Blitzen Trapper

in what furnace was thy brain?

in what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of thine eyes?
on what wings dare he aspire? what the hand dare sieze the fire?

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and what shoulder and what art could twist the sinews of thy heart?
and when thy heart began to beat, what dread hand and what dread feet?

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what the hammer? what the chain? in what furnace was thy brain?
what the anvil? what dread grasp dare its deadly terrors clasp?

Blake.

you can’t choose what stays and what fades away

You are the hole in my head, you are the space in my bed, you are the silence in between what I thought and what I said. You are the nighttime fear, you are the morning when it’s clear. When it’s over, you’ll start, you’re my head and you’re my heart.

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Florence Welch