Stones throw
out by the barn low.
I can't even find you,
I can't even know you wear it all.
Fine line
crossed by the wind tine.
Caught you when you're crying,
everybody trying on your dress.
And i can't even find you when you run right back to the arms of another man.
Spin right back to the surfaceto find that we were steeped in bitterness.
Ready for the blast, we could last forever.
Slow down,
just let the wind out.
Everybody's trying
to rewind it all again.
And i can't even find you when you run right back to the arms of another man.
Spin right back to the surface to find that we were steeped in bitterness.
Ready for the blast, we could last forever.

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