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[dtd_br_yon]

you put on your rain coat. cause it looks like it just might today.
you grab your keys, you're out the door, before you know where you're going.

not a day passes that you don't fold your hands.
and ask saint frances to find the lust for life.
she loves, she left, your tongue, your last breath.
she's a thief with and eye for nice things.

not a day passes that you don't close your eyes.
and ask saint frances to find the love of your life.
that you lost, she left, don't fuck, your life's a mess.
without her to tell you once your safe.

or when to breath, or what you'll need, or where your going.