I didn't mean
to come apart at the seams.
Baby, I know,
you
Now the sun awakes,
but I can't see for morning fog.
Home
There was a girl.
All she ever wanted was to
bring them
Don't you ever want to run away?
Of course I do,
Something waits for her in Oregon
I cannot compete
I feel compelled
Oh I've longed to tread the dawn light.
I've longed to
I am no
starving artist with a goatee
living on the streets
prophesizing
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