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| Amber Valletta |
Make sure you’ll try to
Conjure the wind
And ease my mind
Somebody call out to your brother
He’s calling out your name
Hiding under the covers
With no one else to blame
You couldn’t help out your own neighbor
You couldn’t tell it to his face
You were fucked up by the blame
You cower in the corner
Confide in your father
Let it out and say
Let it pass away
Wait there
Pull yourself out of this state dear
Acknowledge you were a fake here
From there on you might just grow
