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(ooh) Old keys and a blank white screen
Coffee going cold by the window glow
Cursor blinking like it knows what I don't
I write one line then I take it apart
Trying to debug all the rooms in my heart The fan hums
low and the night moves slow
Saved in a file that nobody will know
Let it run, let it run through the blue of the night
Little bits of me turning code into light If it breaks,
if it breaks, I'll be here till dawn
Building something warm from a world that's gone I remember home in
the monitor haze Old songs in the cache from our younger days
Every bug has a name,
every fix has a cost Every tab that I close is a
minute I've lost Still I stay for the shape of a small
clean line Like a note held soft in the back of my
mind
Maybe I'm just chasing a feeling Maybe the past still writes in
me Maybe this room and the low-lit ceiling Know who I was
before the screen Let it run,
let it run through the blue of the night Little bits of
me turning code into light If it breaks,
if it
breaks, I'll be here till dawn Building something warm from a world
that's gone Morning finds the words I couldn't say
Still compiling yesterday (ooh)