A marginal embrace, imaginary grace
We’ll keep it under fire and
Well, Thomas had a day in mind
Kept it to himself
Did you decide, decide on your town?
Surely you’ll please her,
What’s your price on poverty?
No, I don't believe in
across the bridge and on his shoulders
she wants to be
Neighbor states will disagree with their new decrees speaking their
All the walls are bare, far from my lair
Far from
A black and white photograph handed from 1910
You look like
I moved here in ’95, I think it was June
Not
Play the sullen part
They won’t be there when you come
With a break such as yours
Will you try to come
Let her open up the jar cause we've only come
Will you be a fitting gown?
All the while I’ve been
With the lights that don’t shine and the silent guitars
There
Watch the reason arrival in my new ways, you'll be
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