now here are these hopes,
theres no moment but this one
there’s a piece of trash / on the freeway overpass
young I have sung / I’ve sung young / in
Baby doll, do you wanna live
In a long lost meadow
This will be resounding
A hundred times again
The summer heat, it
If I'm lost in your eyes
oh judges I, I know
most
hold on there old world
at my open door
you human silhouette
on
I don't want to see you
I don't want to look
I
before you know it / your life will become mundane
your song is the sky / mine are passing clouds
as I lived in the world / I forgot your
oh look you across yourself / this body looks so
we’re out patching hills in the dying season / storming
I'm gonna live outside of your locked doors happily
and I'm
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