I've been cooped up in a small little shed Where the vents are few And the songs are dead The rotting little corpses hanging from threads One more bite and goodbyes I've said Little paper wings and scrumply legs Little would you know it'd kill in bed Heat seeping through toe and head The lights are bright, the sounds rebate Where nothing feels like nothing more But empty words and rusty halls I've been cooped up in a small little shed Where the vents are few And the songs are dead.
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My brain, my strings and my keys.
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