everything in waves - 78 lyrics
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how many bruises from music does it
take to pull
the plug or try to separate
from a jukebox you got at goodwill
last spring
that only plays 78’s
i couldn’t tell if it was irony
until you refused
to see a shrink or call aunt jane
i hear things too
not like you do
but i know
what it means to lift windows
and let traffic
signals count down like a
metronome
or heartbreaks that sound like home
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