-(i have this problem with first lines, don't i?)
i move slowly toward the door
it's all static
i don't need this anymorechorus
it's slow going
it's slowyou put something in your secret place and now it's gone
this ain't the way it's supposed to happen something's going wrong
don't look at me i've been here in my place all along
my feet are made of lead
and my legs are cast in stone
this pen leaves no trail of ink
i can hardly dial the phonethere's a stiffness in everything
in my bones and in this house
i gotta find someone who knows(?)
i gotta work it outchorus
i wasn't trying to correct you
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i was only trying to protect what...
don't look at me i've been here
everything is fineit's slow going
it's slow going
