Pack up your photos Shout at the skies Bury your
I’ve always loved the way, your hair got caught in
Moving on makes it harder to moveBut I gotta leave
The first time I went to her house I brought
Standing bright on a pillarMade of native stoneStood a man
Internal rhyme sage and thymeForces keep in perfect timeSitting without
I met myself the other dayStanding outside the alley way
I'm freezing cold hitch hiking through this dead townAin't no
My mind is growing foggywith different arms around me every
Late night in the kitchen, serving dinner for her kittenMy
Every week I sleep at a different friend's housethose books
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