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Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself

All day, and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel to take flight...

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion



Fiona Apple

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