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You found a pulse, I was breathing Metaphorically I am speaking A find so enormous it eclipsed the lives Of the greatest enlightenment minds And you found the worst years unspoken The tales of a childhood broken A void or a fight The twisted and bruising nights Pirates have ninjas and bikers have demons I had a pillow to block out the screaming It's three thirty-one and there's peace in the land I am surrounded by wolves, and I am a lamb I'm nothing at all without loving I need to be loved just by something A rat or a dog A pimp or a frog Pirates have ninjas and bikers have demons I had a pillow to block out the screaming It's three thirty-one and there's peace in the land I am decidedly keen, but I might need a hand Moon-faced (?) platonic indeed and Leafing the pages, elicit and feeding Circling airports, I'm needing to land You're inconsistent and wild but I'm glad you're my map