Nothin like a bar full of drunk Rastafarians singing Bob Marley
2 AM and I'm still awake,
writing a song
If I get it all down on paper,
its no longer
inside of me,
threatening the life it belongs to
And i feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary,
screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them,
however you want to.
- Anna Nalick
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