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Wrapped up in this cold, New England winter
I stayed locked inside my room
Racked my mind up over you
and all without a sound, without a wimper
I read Ginsberg under sheets
feeling like a total creep

How could I prove myself to you
when I don't know quite what you want me to do

But I don't want to hide my head underneath
the sand or the water
I just want to be


Tonight I'll dream that I've become and ostrich
and I'll run so far away
in a sea of tape delay
I'll feel like I've been holding myself hostage
and I'll wake up in cold sweats
all alone over my bed

But how could I change my point of view
when I ain't got nothing to pull me through


But I don't want to hide my head underneath
the sand or the water
I just want to be

aaaahhh!

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from Sweet Nothing, released December 23, 2013

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