Where do all of these words come from…
A place safe and sound far, far up inside
The underbelly of my brain
Rain Down Upon Me
What will be will fixate you and yours entirely
For, you see, these words will forever get to be my sword of sorts, certain to free some kind of anything which sleeps within me
Seems they do say that the perfect wordsmith on out there can and will take himself right away without ever losing his entire grip upon reality
And when we do the bourbon turns out to be oh so downright delicious

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