Norwegian Arms

Filling blood up with so many silly humors
It’s a shiny shiny drug that shapes the thoughts between the knees

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Little clicks make their breaks in the line and the dust settles down on the floorboards
It’s the kind of hope I feel waiting for you

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I can almost taste that, {?} the moments in life
Is it the only thing that bites? Dream of eternity

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