This one is a bright old man
This won't even hold
They can fill my lungs with air
They can tell I
I leave satellite trails wherever I go
I burn down all
Some come and they wait too long
Before they say goodbye
If gravity tore my limb from limb
I'd rather die than
I'm gonna keep my head on
I'm gonna keep my guard
Every house on ever corner
Looks like yours
Feels like home
Every
Say goodbye
Goodbye to your home
And all the things that you've
I stole the little kids
And we ran away
I see autumn
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