Frozen rains are falling
Falling on swollen eyes
Didn't quite get what you were saying
Up until the conversation died
Run back to your southern glass home
Let's forget I was pretending
Let's pretend you knew it all along
Got a call from a good friend
Who was saying things were not that good at all
Run back to your southern glass home
You're falling on hard times
You're following open skies
With gasoline ghosts following you
Run back to your southern glass home

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