I mean words come out, but not words that I think I really want to say.
But I don't know what that means even, so I'm not sure how to explain it to you even.
I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
- Streets of Philadelphia Bruce Springsteen
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