Quasi-poetically, sounds live, attack, and decay

like that road by the sea where the echoes would play

Horrible sounds! Horrible sounds... if we're hermetically

sealed in our silent dreams,

life's a suspension bridge that only burns when it rains,

loud as a sound with no one around...

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Get the fuck out of my car, he said; Please just leave me alone

Get the fuck out of this car, he said; Please don't leave me alone -- and we left him alone

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Maybe I could fly away

Maybe I could fly away

Maybe I could throw my dreams off the edge of this day; maybe I could wake up tomorrow, no people, no pain...