See sorrow gets too heavy, and joy it tends
to hold you with the fear that it eventually departs.
And the truth is I’ve been dreaming of some tired tranquil place
where the weather won’t get trapped inside my bones
to hold you with the fear that it eventually departs.
And the truth is I’ve been dreaming of some tired tranquil place
where the weather won’t get trapped inside my bones
You called to say you wanted out. Well, I can't say I blame you now. Sometimes you've got to fold before you're found out. Well thanks for waiting this long to show yourself. Because now that I can see you, I don't think you're worth a second glance.
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