Songs come to me like dandelion puffs. “Oh there’s one, where did that come from?” I pick up my guitar, my hands play with some sort of muscle memory from years of bending my fingers into chord shapes. My foot […]
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We all spill one color red And the rain don’t fall on one mans head Look at me from the inside out We all spill one color red
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