tiredness fuels empty thoughts
I find myself disposed
brightness fills empty space
in search of inspiration
harder now with higher speed
washing in on top of meso I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friendwhen I’m down, down, down
rain it wets muddy roads
I find myself exposed
tapping doors, but irritate
in search of destination
harder now with higher speed
washing in on top of meso I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friendwhen I’m down, down, down
when I’m down, down, downwhen I’m down, down, down
Damien Rice
October 23rd, 2009 
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