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von Lumber Lung

What will I remember about this?
Epic bus routes and hurried phone calls
Early morning, turning up my collar
At the first bitter hint of being tired


Everything I′ve ever known
(Everything I've ever known)
Crowded in and around
(Crowded in and around)
Closer than I′ve ever known
Getting short of breath
Closer than I've ever known

And curled up in that nest
That sunken, swimming state
Of moving without feeling
But finding there's hope in leaving
The resistance to change
Hesitating in a phrase