Dirt roads, old cars, burnt oil, lovely hearts. All
Humbly we're waiting
Here we stand, hurting
It's all wide open
To the
It finally did its time.
One million keystrokes have gone
We love all the things we've done wrong
And when we
Out we ran
the gallows
I dreamt you the same heavenly
lights all
This melody belongs to you. You faded away and
Take these things like all things
Soon they always end
The here
How long, how long
Until I see you?
And when, and when
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