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Staring at the wall, searching
Trying not to fall

I blankly run ahead, dreaming
Stumbling to bed

Whisper through the phone, hearing
Some day we'll be home

Things I need to do, working
I'd rather work with you

No breath to run out of
No season will be too bold
I'm drowning in nothing
Give reason and I'll be sold

Feeling in the dark, seeing
Where I've been before

Looking at the past, knowing
I never needed more

No breath to run out of
No season will be too bold
I'm drowning in nothing
Give reason and I'll be sold

BUNNY