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Melancholy Boy

Don’t know why you’re such a melancholy boy

Nothing but the sky blue sun for years

Never had a problem with the falling of the rain

It isn’t how it sounds or it appears

Stirring up the green and indigo

Every time you hear that Sundays song

Melancholy comfort in a slow decaying echo

You know you never really did belong

You’re lost

You’re out of sight

You fumble for the light

You’re naked in the dark

They say you have a choice

To hear the silent voice

Down upon your knees in the bathroom (ocean)

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(StephenBard/CherieLynn)