Way to come on But Ive got to sing this song Say youll never call home Well I wonder where you are And wherever you go, Ive got room in the car This ghost wont play with your head Hell just sit and be good He wont talk to the trash He wont sing through the glass Take my hand off the petals and glass They shut down the corner clothing shop downtown Embroidered roses to meet her match who wore no tie, and his collar stunk of gin through the layers of trash on a broken chandelier Oh, it all seems so meaningless when youre looking with your head There, there, child But i think you can handle it Always being so hard Harder to just leave it alone Itll come back around like a pace yourself down the road somewhere Maybe november us back together We will remember That we were best friends Itll tear you in half Itll cause you to crash And turn into nothing No road, theres no end You can stay true to light As you sweat down Dangling from the fixture like a worm Dont play with the petals
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