my heart is wound so tight;
I don’t hit stride till night.
I start to settle when daylight goes
and quits its infernal calling;
evening settling in around,
each thief seeking to gain
the other; there it stands.
my heart is wound so tight;
I don’t hit stride till night.
I start to settle when daylight goes
and quits its infernal calling;
evening settling in around,
each thief seeking to gain
the other; there it stands.
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