I need a voice given anything
To shine a light on the damage done
I feel the dark even closer now
I'm far away but not far enough
And it turns when I speak
I hear her beating down on dirty wings
I feel the room move under me
I'm far away but not far enough
And it turns when I speak
A crooked voice and a dirty wings
And it turns when I speak
On its drums and its wheels
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