screaming from the cliffs, or not waving just drowning.
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The thing is, everything I do—I have a faint glimmer that it comes from somewhere else, someone else.
Me, Elsewhere
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screaming from the cliffs, or not waving just drowning.
The thing is, everything I do—I have a faint glimmer that it comes from somewhere else, someone else.
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