all of your letters in me
my feet are swollen
from the trouble here
the trouble lately

we'll make it by the boatshed
we'll make it by the stream
and i hang my name
just for the record
all over me

but it's all been arranged
but it's all been arranged
pretty head down on my pillow
and i won't be this happy again

all of my sickness in you
i heard you stumbled
by the stranger here
the stranger lately
i met him at the main house
i met him on the street
and he hurled my name
with many fingers
all aimed at me

but it's all been arranged
but it's all been arranged
pretty head down on my pillow
and i won't be this happy again


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