sometimes it’s hard to make those noises disappear. inside my head, behind my eyes, between my ears. you try to tell me it’s delusion and plain fear. i close my eyes and just pretend i didn’t hear.
and i try. yes i try. and i try so hard. time goes by, yes it flies when you try to catch a star.
i hate it when i’m sober and i love it when i’m drunk. everything is deadly, you get cancer in the sun. i hear his voice and it is cigarettes and tears. he is the thin, white duke singing about golden years
and i try. yes i try. and i try so hard. time goes by, yes it flies when you try to catch a star.
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About golden years
sometimes it’s hard to make those noises disappear.
inside my head, behind my eyes, between my ears.
you try to tell me it’s delusion and plain fear.
i close my eyes and just pretend i didn’t hear.
and i try.
yes i try.
and i try so hard.
time goes by,
yes it flies when you try to catch a star.
i hate it when i’m sober and i love it when i’m drunk.
everything is deadly, you get cancer in the sun.
i hear his voice and it is cigarettes and tears.
he is the thin, white duke singing about golden years
and i try.
yes i try.
and i try so hard.
time goes by,
yes it flies when you try to catch a star.
KENT
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