[Instrumental]
Hold on to these words,
This night won't last forever,
Guess you never really stuck around,
All that long anywhere.
I guess
Old Jack he had a sack of them magic beans,
Well the swing set is rusted,
The picture frame's cracked,
The photos
I thought I heard someone say
You had just blown back
I can't remember the face of my wife,
But from halfway
we'll always remember
times we passed together
strange, the things we never
Play the tape back, take apart,
Just what happened in your
There are stings strung from a hand,
They extend to
Today, there is a lot,
But frequent hints that this won't
I drink in the tears of the lovers at the
I wake up every morning to the sound of motors
On an empty bus at midnight at the border between
Little sister, I don't know if you should look at
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