letra de 1# - penguin (ny brooklyn)
she comes to me in dreams, like a voice inside my head
hanging in the air, like the faces of the dead
& if i had stopped and really listened to what she said
i never would have packed up my sh-t and left
it all ends in the same way
you get the call you’d better be on that train
and when the time comes
you’ll have nothing left to say
except, “no, please not today”
it’s time you figured out what you say and what you do
may just influence the people around you
despite all that you’ve seen and all you have been through
the reaction that you get won’t be the one you wanted to
when i shut my eyes and try to block out all the sound
from the ringing in my ears, to the sentence you passed down
& if i could just find a way to write them out
find a way to change the script you bet i would know how
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