Youth
Twirling swirly my slurred
Speach stood still
I'm alive don't worry
Phone-call-two-in-the-morning
The sense of furnished living rooms mourning
And when candid twisted words tie tongues
I'm alive don't worry
Phone-call-two-in-the-morning
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