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Don’t trade one kind of blindness for another.
It is a song about nightmares dressed as daydreams, about trading your soul for a kiss. I think not this song, never this song, but my soul is already singing along, riding its swells like an ocean wave, shimmering.
I’m not like you, okay? I can’t be fucking interesting in every fucking aspect of my life. I can’t make something out of nothing.

