rambling, writing whatever comes out, with Patsy Cline singing back in there, somewhere...
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Half drunk, words playing ping-pong inside my aching head, but aching ain't uncommon, no Half drunk back of my mind Patsy Cline singing "Crazy" Damn, nobody, nobody can sing that song like her, like Patsy Cline And she's been roaming my aches, singing my mind inside my heart, my ache Inside, time too fast can't, today, can't seem to find the words roving through-- driving my hell to the backseat for a minute here and there... see? Still, it's her and that woman, that song can move one make a lost time almost wind-up and stare through stained glass, unbroken, when she starts again, Patsy Cline... Damn, I ought to feel lucky hearing that woman mean something more than even music can define, when she sings "Crazy"-- Inside, see? Thoughts wandering but not without one more lost, strong, singing so fine dreamt lady song bird, weaving through the lost words roaming through my mind. And that can't be all bad, no that can't be all that bad at all When I hear it, hear her call