No need for sadness
the weight pulling you down is only temporary
In the end there’s likeness, lightness
hope rising through the seas
The d’s, f’s, b flats
and all the chords we play to sing ourselves to sleep
The “Every Good Boy Does Fine” lies,
we sing ourselves to sleep with
In the end there’s no need for sadness
In the end we’re all just weightless
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