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The Good Disease




Indie Pop


I've got the good disease, It's waking me, baking the seas. Her breath enlightens me 'cause... I've got the good disease. My touch entices she who Vibrantly lights my brain In gold and green Our lips intoxicate It's fuzzy clear, remember dear, That it's all in our heads. And her scent entangles me in Vibrant webs, twisting gems, And fading leaves. I know that it's hard to see But its better here, remember dear, That it's all in our dreams. She's got the good disease It fills my lungs, warms my hands And rocks me to sleep. She brings me to my knees... It's better here, remember dear, Remember to breathe.

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