that's the sound of music from another room the piano player hangs from piano wire but the player piano carries on. sit back and tune to the broadcast. this is not a test shatter the lens. pull out the shards. choke on her words, caught in your throat. as the language dissolves and the setence lifts, a slow alphabet of rain is whispering, "aabcttipacbdefg..." since I replaced the I in live with an O, I can't remember who we are... ...but tomorrow I'll be you. just pick up the phone. I'm calling from your house, in your room, in your name, lying in your bed, following your dreams. I listen to your voice get caught in my throat as I sing, "This Is Just A Dream." on New Year's Day, we will change back to ourselves. in the flame we are cured. we are cured. we are cured.
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