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i have to say something if i
wanna sing
but it's not about the words
it's my voice rising
to a place far from me
that my fingers can't reach
and my legs are so tired
from all of this
standing still

all of my dreams are memories
that i can't place to a time
or a face but my body
knows of the ribbons and bows
that i once was tied in
in my mothers skin
before and again

-before and again...the akron family