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The Return of the Repressed<\/p>\n
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I’ve been putting this off for too long, I met her in a drunken pit Covering up might work for a while I’ve never kept a diary But she was not set up that way Covering up might work for a while In rapid eye movement: So this is not biography, In the end it all came back Covering up might work for a while <\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n [\/et_pb_blurb][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Return of the Repressed I’ve been putting this off for too long, trying to avoid writing this song Cos truth can be uncomfortable and looking back, I know I did wrong I met her in a drunken pit When she was sad, I noticed it But just like me she learned a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/963"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=963"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/963\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":965,"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/963\/revisions\/965"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.microsofa.net\/mw\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=963"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
trying to avoid writing this song
Cos truth can be uncomfortable
and looking back, I know I did wrong<\/p>\n
When she was sad, I noticed it
But just like me she learned a way
to feel upset but cover it<\/p>\n
but then you’ll get stuck
I know, cos it happened to me
My magic wand ran out of luck<\/p>\n
With a memory like mine, there’s no need
Cos everything gets stored away
Even unwanted memories<\/p>\n
Her conscious mind would push away
the stuff with which she could not cope
Self-consciously though she went astray<\/p>\n
but then you’ll get stuck
I know, cos it happened to me
My magic wand ran out of luck<\/p>\n
closet doors slide open,
trains get stuck in stations,
suitcases get heavy<\/p>\n
just my subjective history
of something that I won’t spell out
involving errors made by me<\/p>\n
repressed thoughts that were painted black
She loved me and I loved her too
but the baggage caused my heart to crack<\/p>\n
but then you’ll get stuck
I know, cos it happened to me
My magic wand ran out of luck<\/span><\/p>\n