it pulls me under

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my hands are worn / my hands are torn. you don’t know what to do to make a difference, or you or you or
you.
so let me dress in stars and pretend to be someone else tonight
let me undress in the dark of the moon let me be
your alien lover
someone foreign
inside this skin i must call home

because like, hey,
       man,
       we’re all just trying to find our way through this night.
          right?
             or whatever.

so let’s go.

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