You know who you are. You need a break. Maybe 8 minutes. Slip on your headphones, lock the door, shut your eyes.
God is in the details. A bicycle bell perhaps.
And you start swimming and swimming and swimming and swimming. And you never stop swimming until you reach the ocean And you're swimming into the sunset without me
And I find myself suddenly waking up And there are four young girls Giving me water from a vine leaf Just dropping it onto my tongue
Nothing more, you surround me Break on through, release me Nothing more, you surround me Break on through, release me
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