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I can’t tell one from the other. I find you, or you find me? There was a time before we were born. If someone asks, this is where I’ll be, where I’ll be. We drift in and out. Sing into my mouth. Out of all those kinds of people. You got a face with a view. I’m just an animal looking for a home. And share the same space for a minute or two. And you love me till my heart stops. Love me till I’m dead.

Listening to: Talking heads – Speaking in tongues  1983