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MOVE QUICKLY, BREATHE DEEPLY

When we drive, I find my way in the darkness
By turning on the headlights. Love has something
To do with it, the rhythm of shipwrecks
Across headlines has let me slip between
As if I'd programmed the drum machine

And the voice of the morning is huskier
Than you'd expected. It makes you wait
Your turn when you'd planned to be bold,
Take what you want, do the hard thinking
For the hell of it, you know, just for fun.