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I'm always falling for the wrong body Those not comfortable near mine A hundred of us sway or sigh In the air that is too cool I wanna say to you "dear heart" Wanna breathe in this world that's falling apart I am too old to learn your name in any other language I am on road, almost there but not home In the sky there is a dark bird Flying away And what I can imagine is an exquisite amount of danger In the story, in this day I'm ignoring you, boy So wrong and close to my face Once and not so long ago Maybe Saturday I am too old to learn your name in any other language I am on road, almost there but not home In another life a whole world not like this one at all I would have said weep for me Everyone that is alive and nearby Has at some point been bewitched I can see distant ruin Rising up like smoke I don't wanna be your friend Or be moved by this suffering There is so much damage what good can I do Or say with my eyes this inescapable truth