The trees smell like puppy breath again All is new around me but it feels like the end Why am I so nervous when things go my way? I cant say, I cant say Lonesome walks and shallow talks Are flashing in my eyes Like those empty strip mall signs When I drive home from Cherry Hill The winter wind blew her to yesteryear Your soul is far away but your thoughts are so near Theres cosmic twine around us but its ends are frayed Here I lay, here I lay Lonesome walks and shallow talks Are flashing in my eyes Like those empty strip mall signs When I drive home from Cherry Hill I never was one to believe in the one I never was one to believe in the one I never was one to believe in the one Lonesome walks and shallow talks Are flashing in my eyes Like those empty strip mall signs When I drive home from Cherry Hill
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