Tuesday


smaller than nothing
If you can hear me through all the noise
The horns, the people, the thoughts, the music
If you can hear me through all the noise
Flowers blooming, spiders dancing, birds chirping
If you can hear me through all the noise
Babies crying, freedom screaming, kids dying
If you can hear me through all the noise
Just set fire to this whole life and bring back the old

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