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My strings beats upon the chest

My chest beats upon the heart

My heart beats upon the blood

My blood doesn't flow to my brain,

I can tell because I'm getting cold,

I haven't lived and I'm feeling old

And when I talked to her she said no.



My brain beats upon the pillow,

My pillow beats upon the bed,

My bed beats upon the ocean

As she drifts away from me,

As I float into the sea,

As she is fading into the light,

As day turns into night