I am in vertigo
Not standing, not still
Not falling
I can feel it beating
Like drums on my being,
in my head.
When I come to,
You are still a cliche.
Not standing, not still
Not falling
I can feel it beating
Like drums on my being,
in my head.
When I come to,
You are still a cliche.
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