I feel like I've spent a whole year without you
Sore arms held outstretched, sore arms for the spring.
I'm in between walls but I can still move.
I feel like I've spent a whole year without you--
Moving paintings of faces that I can't get to--
In the time that it takes for your voices to ring.
I feel like I've spent a whole year without you
Sore arms oustretched, sore arms for the spring.
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