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The sky looks pissed
The wind talks back.
My bones are shifting in my skin, and you, my love, are gone.
My room feels wrong, the bed wont fit.
I cannot seem to operate, and you, my love, are gone.
So glide away on soapy heels and promise not to promise anymore.
And if you come around again than I will take,
then i will take, the chain from off the door.
I cannot say
That I never loved
Oh but I dont say alot of things,
and you my love are gone.
So glide away on soapy heels and promise not
to promise anymore
and if you come around again,
then I will take the chain from off the door.
(In a round x4)
So glide away on soapy heels and promise not, to promise anymore
And if you come arund again than i will take the chain from off the door
And if you come around again
then i will take the chain from off
the door.