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  • Thomas Abban

The Cure

Dark room and the frame’s askew

I’ve got more points than a point of view

I’ve been up all night painting pictures of you

And I got overwhelmed

Made three changes and that’s a lot

I hear the steam rise from the coffee pot

Said more goodbyes than forget-me-not’s

And I got overwhelmed

Seeking all night for the cure, Bombay and Rum

In the morning when get home

If it’s alright with you then I’ll just keep moving

Seeking all night for the cure, want to get some

When I see you in the morning

If it’s alright with you then I’ll just keep moving

Change

Behind the curtain I see objects glow

I rush home to tell you things just before you go

I guess I’m more Cassandra than Apollo

And I got overwhelmed

Hear every light bulb hum and hiss

See many colors in the sound of bliss

But when I felt the space in-between our kiss

I got overwhelmed

Seeking all night for the cure, Bombay and Rum

In the morning when get home

If it’s alright with you then I’ll just keep moving

Wondering just how wise, how clever?

‘Cause my shoulders are emptier than ever

If it’s alright with you then I’ll just keep moving

Chain

Overwhelmed

Seeking all night for it

I get mine, she gets hers, we get ours, she gets worse

Seeking all night for the cure, Bombay and Rum

In the morning when get home

If it’s alright with you then I’ll just keep moving on

Seeking all night for the cure want to get some

In the morning when get home

If it’s alright with you then I’ll just keep moving on

Wondering just how wise, how clever?

‘Cause my shoulders are emptier than ever

If it’s alright with you then I’ll just keep moving

Hey,

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