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Etched into the back of my nose, the smell of cheap daisy and rose. It hangs stale up in the air, frozen to moments no longer there.
Michael you show me your father's music in your basement, where we'd quietly sit with the vinyl spinning to oblivion. It was Pet Sounds playing you said, "wow that Brian Wilson."
I'm still staring with that same awe at the wonder I already saw. Every river, star, sunset, freckle, and pine makes me smile like the first time. They're fresh, clean, and new.
Sat in the backseat of my mother's car. Her tan suede jacket still matches the scar on the back of my neck from when I fell of the top of the sofa. Oh, she heard me yell.
She picked me up, and drove down the road. The wool in her jacket kept the wounds closed. With only a ride to the hospital, I knew this would be a mistake I would soon recall.
I'm still staring with that same awe at the wonder I already saw. Every river, star, sunset, freckle, and pine makes me smile like the first time.
I'm still staring with that same awe at the wonder I already saw. Every river, star, sunset, freckle, and pine makes me smile like the first time. They're fresh, clean, and new. They're fresh, clean, and new. They're fresh, clean, and new, newborn.
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