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her words are constantly flowing through my head
as constant as the tick ticking of a clock
like skipping stones
bouncing from verse to verse
lyric to lyric
set on randomize
with her pitch attached
dancing with blips of my memories
late night car drives, break-ups, and sting-ups
no matter what i do, and where i go
its constant
her words are constant
as constant as the tick ticking of a clock
like skipping stones
bouncing from verse to verse
lyric to lyric
set on randomize
with her pitch attached
dancing with blips of my memories
late night car drives, break-ups, and sting-ups
no matter what i do, and where i go
its constant
her words are constant