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At the start the signs were aligning,
now far apart, its depending on timing.
More than a memory in the mind,
confined to now online and I'm over thinking.

In the end just a sketch of a drawing.
I'll pretend that today is for mourning.
More than a memory in the mind,
A crush thats in decline from over thinking.

I don't know why it is keeping me up at night.

In the mean time I'm drowning in channels
of dreamy pads, it's better to surrender.
More than a melody in mind, a thought that
breaks the silence looping out of time.
Arpeggiated madness that I like.

Plenty of time to think it over,
helplessly round and round it goes.
Escaping the rush of stormy weather,
bliss was with you amongst the city mess



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Writer(s): Jonathan Woodley, Frederick Clough
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