Ryan Nicolussi
As The Crow Flies
It's all the same old drudgeryand once you're sick of ityou should call mewe can hit all the familiar watering holesdelve deep into each other's soulseverything is just as the crow flieswhen the most suitable theoretical conclusionsare on your termswe can linger on until the doors are closedfill our hearts with smoke to remain composedwander from one corner to the nextwith such certainty of stridebut with a mind perplexedby the currency of secrecyand how I'm willing to spend it all on you my dearIt seems once the world is asleepThere are some secrets which youwould be fool to keepthe man on the moon is a miserSongtextebut once he retires you will be none the wiserIt's all the same old same oldBut once you're sick to death of itYou should call meWhenever you wantWhenever you want
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