Sometimes I like to think about
the stars that cover you.
How
We can go out to the country, I will let
Your mystery house
Bringing me down
Footsteps behind when there's no one
Your heart gave way and nobody knew
When the smoke cleared
This is the night the insects appear
After 17 years on
Sixteen motorcycles just today
Wonder what could bring them out this
You cut off your hair despite all the warnings
And burned
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