You never listened with me to parasite
Nick Drake was my person and you said you thought his music is gay
your immaturity cuts deep into raw flesh
Now Nick puts me into this mood
he beams me back to the dark side of the moon
No free ride for you and me no, no more never
won't you give me a free ride
oh and the guitar is somber and dark like an all too present dream
it makes me want to cry
the joy of sharing is suffocating my loneliness
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