Well it’s been three months
while all the time pass
I’ve been
It’s quiet now,
white leaves are falling
I don’t dare
to question
Do you think of me?
well I pretend you do
I haven’t
I was walkin along the city streets,
clouds were forming.
It
I'm in Vermont
and I'm thinking of you
Connecticut
and I'm thinking of
Progress for progress' sake
doesn't make the world great
its
I'm packing my shit and leaving town for a while:
Trying
I'm looking in this mirror
staring at this thing tell me
"Everything
Ain't got me no friends,
ain't got me no home.
Lord knowns
Hey now,
when did all that pretty sunshine
find its
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