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Dec 14, 2009 16:32

He don't show much these days, it's gets so fucking cold.
I loved his secret places, but I can't go anymore.
"You change like sugar cane," says my northern lad.
I guess you go too far when pianos try to be guitars.
I feel the West in you, but I, I feel it falling apart too.

And don't say that you don't.
And if you could see me now... Said if you could see me now.
Girls you've got to know when it's time to turn the page.
When you're only wet because of the rain.
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