not one

wish you were here,

i'm a wounded satellite

i need you now put me back together, make me right

.

i picture your face in the back of my eyes

a fire in the attic

a proof of the prize

anomaly, anomaly, anomaly

.

i'll crawl to your name,

i'll bend to the earth,

not one of the others will ever compare.

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(playing: Incubus - Ana Molly)