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And the story's all over you There's a pull to the flow
In the morning I'll call you My feet melt the snow
Can't you find a clue when your eyes For the irony, I'd rather know
are all painted Sinatra blue 'Cause blinded, I was blindsided
Running home, running home On your back with your racks as the
Running home, running home stacks your load
In the back the racks and the stacks are
Go find another lover to bring a, to string your load
along In the back with your racks and you're
For all your lies, you're still very lovable unstacking your load
I toured the land, so many foreign roads
This is not the sound of a new man or a
For Emma crispy realization
Forever ago It's the sound of the unlocking and the
lift away
RE: STACKS Your love will be
Safe with me
This my excavation, today is Kumran
Everything that happens is from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed