Close the curtains, pull the shades down low
Turn around and
Look at you, look at me
The look on every face
Verse:
Talking out loud in a motel room
but no one is
These streets are paved with stories
Of faded hopes and glories
No
There's just one kind favor I'll ask of you
There's
Tonight we define the sentence of time
Gracefully apart from the
Doctor, can't you see that I'm trying
The explination just hasn't
Ch.:
Weathered and torn
weathered and torn
hey baby, I'm on the floor
my
Would you like to see something I wrote ten years
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