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Wonder Calls
Ding, ding, ding
life's about to sing
but I'm not ready
I confess
I lie still, a mess
fried
there's nothing here but mush
no, no, no
unearthed it pushed
I didn't pull
except the draft
there's no turning back
the pain stings
at least for now
I can't explain
worthless, breathless
emotions ride
then tumble
I stumble
I fall
pick me up
please, please
pick me up
you don't know how bad I'm cut
I only bleed my love
and it's colours
match your moons
embrace me where I fall
my meaning
my wonder calls
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