oh how i wish that i was fuelwood, so for once i was on fire. but right now i'm a thief, a liar. this is a time to bea small, not for passion or desire. strike a match to my skin, let the sparks fly. i will let them in. oh how i wish i still belonged here, so at least for now i had a home. but the aorta ran dry. no blood, no fuel, no poem. oh i would like to be a piece of driftwood floating by accident. sorrows companion has always been a burst a chord on the piano, adorable art. detest the truth and tear apart. let's pretend from today on it won't get worse. it won't get worse. the distant town is calling you. it's time for you to roam. set your sails to leave the shore. if not now, what was it for. sorrows companion has always been a burst a chord on your guitar, adorable art. detest the truth and tear apart. let's pretend from today on it won't get worse. it won't get worse. oh, we might just collide. oh, i would like that. or i'll be part of a causeway. come a day to rest, to stay.

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