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He listens, understanding every word
And appears just like two weeks away
Good morning, you're my last pure hope
Take this waiter as my single note
And then
They went along the pale of days
And slept in sweet, white hearing lamps
To overcome their doubt
To feel like careful pills
And then
Yeah, eventually she goes
My life is in a hose
And all that I could say
Would sound so f*cking grey
Eventually she goes
My life is in a hose
And all that I could say
Would sound so f*cking grey
