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The time has come for colds and overcoats. We're
quiet on the ride, we're all just waiting to get
home. Another week away, my greatest fear. I need
the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears.
If looks could really kill, then my profession
would staring. Please know we do this cause we
care and not for the thrill. Collect calls to home
to tell them that I realize that everyone who
lives will someday die and die alone. And we won't
let you in. Though we're down and out. We won't
let you in. I wrote more postcards than hooks. I
read more maps than books. Feel like every chance
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to leave is another chance I should have took.
Every minute is a mile. I've never felt so hallow.
I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and
empty aisles. My secrets for a buck. Watch me as I
cut myself wide open on this stage. Yes, I am paid
to spill my guts. I won't see home till spring.
Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic, but I am paid
to make girls panic while I sing. And we won't let
you in. Though we're down and out. We won't let
you in. And we won't let you in. We don't want
what isn't ours. We won't let you in. You win. And
the coastline is quiet. While we're quietly losing
control. Yes, we're silent but sure we inventened
the cure that will wash out my memories of her.
"The harpoon is loaded. The cage is lowered. The
water is red." Like you. |
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