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Called to see
If your back
Was still aligned
And your sheets
Were growing grass
All on the corners of your bed
But you've got too much to wear
On your sleeves
It has too much to do with me
And secretly
I want to bury in the yard
The grey remains of a friendship scarred
You told us of your new life there
You got someone coming 'round
Gluing tinsel to your crown
He's got you talking pretty loud
Berate remember
Your ailing heart and your criminal eyes
You say you're still in love
If it's true, what can be done?
It's hard to leave all these moments behind
Called to see
If your back
Was still aligned
And your sheets
Are growing grass
All on the corners of your bed
But you've got too much to wear
On your sleeves
It's too much to do with me
And secretly
I want to bury in the yard
The grey remains of a friendship scarred
You tested, your mettle
A doe skin and petals
While kissing the lipless
Who bleed all the sweetness away
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