25. Janvāris 2024

• 25.1.24 18:37
• 'I've got a brain that's black and blue
  A waking state that feels like slumber
  Can't find guitars that scream like you
  A raw desire that pulls me under
  This is too rich for my blood
  
  Inside the cold of small success
  The chilling glare of younger failure
  A stranger turns away the rest
  And finds in me a well-worn savior
  This is too rich for my blood
  
  A heart that's torn, a sun still shines
  A broken man finds strength to labor
  A memory that's past it's prime
  Will burn my frozen nights forever
  This is too rich for my blood'
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