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The Left
ill carry you
slow wandering the city blocks I know you by the way you walk and white knuckled searching the atmosphere but I wonât find you cause youâre not here
Iâll be falling through the cracks for you and always coming back to pull you through
if the rain starts to fall youâll be safe in my arms Iâll carry you and the waves when they crash youâll be safe on my back Iâll carry you
leaves blowing like dynamite thieves stealing my appetite everything I see is in black and white but I wonât find you cause youâre not here youâre never here
the loneliest souls usually fall out where youâre heart was thereâs a hole now the only way out when youâre lost and low is to find your heart or let your love go