Lyrics that live rent-free in my head
By Miranda Monahan
By Miranda MonahanPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Sometimes it's a bitch sometimes it's a breeze.
Sweet dreams are made of this. I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody is looking for something.
You can talk to me.
A wound gets worse if it's treated with neglect.
Every day is a winding road.
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down.
Here comes the rain again.
Raining in my head like a tragedy.
Tearing me apart.
Is it raining with you?
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand, maybe I'll be there to share the land.
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