And that's how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone and your eyes must do some raining if you really want to grow. But if crying don't help, you can't compose yourself, it's best to compose a poem; an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope. That's why I'm singing, "Baby don't worry," because now I've got your back and every time you feel like crying I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, we'll just wait for it to pass. And I will keep you company in those days so long and black.I realized that when I go to listen to music, if I don't have a specific band in mind I default to Bright Eyes. Oh well.
-"Bowl of Oranges"
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