i’m just working with what i’ve been given
it’s not my fault, i’m happy
don’t call me crazy, i’m happy

hey, do you hear that sound? it’s the sound of the lost gone found, it’s the sound of the mute gone loud. it’s the sound of a new start. oh, you don’t need a thing, you already know you are right as you are.

travelling gypsy

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oh, can it be, the voices calling me, they get lost and out of time. i should’ve seen it glow, but everybody knows that a broken heart is blind.