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I can't let you be, cuz your beauty won't allow me
Wrapped in white sheets like an angel from a bedtime story
Shut out what they say, cuz your friends are fucked up anyway
When they come around, somehow they feel up and you feel down
When we were kids, we hated things our parents did
We listened low to Casey Casem's radio show
That's when friends were nice
And to think of them just makes you feel nice
The smell of grass in spring
In October leaves cover everything
Have you forgotten how to love yourself?
I still can't believe all the good things that you do for me
Backyard summer pools and Christmas trees were bright and full
And the sentiment of colored mirrored ornaments
And the open drapes looked out on frozen farmhouse landscapes
