i'm cleaned out
i'm sobered up
hands flowing too fast for words
or recognition
and in spring alchemy I wake up not alone, though
old mistakes follow me and wake me in the night
cuz I was destroyed by fire and rebuilt in 1999
and without words what do we have?
oh, I said without words what do we have?
i'm sobered up
hands flowing too fast for words
or recognition
and in spring alchemy I wake up not alone, though
old mistakes follow me and wake me in the night
cuz I was destroyed by fire and rebuilt in 1999
and without words what do we have?
oh, I said without words what do we have?
Emily Rodgers - In Spring Alchemy : Bright Day
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