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The Great American Novel In Three Easy Steps
We rule these nights with an iron-clad fistWe stand in intersectionsAnd scream melodies to what never was or always isThese car seats become thrones to these winding roadsAnd as her hands wind into mineWith a head on the window paneHer tears will paint landscapes(She creates art while drifting in and out of sleep)Somewhere in the back of your headThere's a typewriter writing your paperback romance(It's fighting and struggling)Covered in sweatRecovering from the last time you tried to smother it in it's sleepAnd it can't right if it can't breathAnd if it can't write then there's nothing for you to be afraid ofSo for now, in the bright lights, I just watch you danceTwirl and spinWhile to the music you're singingRepeating again and againRepeating again and againThat's more than a dressRepeating again and again
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