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I have more stories than you.
But they all come from before.
And somehow that time,
Isn't as interesting anymore.
And we were so glad,
For the weather alighting our skin,
The new shoots, blossoms and leaves,
Framing this so perfectly together.
Is it the weaknesses, in me,
That lead to more arms.
There are a hundred reasons why I can't.
The first, I mean the last thing on my mind.
And we were so glad,
For the weather alighting our skin,
The new shoots, blossoms and leaves,
Framing this so perfectly together.
But they all come from before.
And somehow that time,
Isn't as interesting anymore.
And we were so glad,
For the weather alighting our skin,
The new shoots, blossoms and leaves,
Framing this so perfectly together.
Is it the weaknesses, in me,
That lead to more arms.
There are a hundred reasons why I can't.
The first, I mean the last thing on my mind.
And we were so glad,
For the weather alighting our skin,
The new shoots, blossoms and leaves,
Framing this so perfectly together.
Lyrics submitted by jamesthegill
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