Bruised from bookcase corners,
your crimson eyes put you to sleep at night.
You’re a quick study in a language I couldn't read if I tried.
You stay monumental;
I’ll stay the night.
I’ll come inside for a little while.
There’s something not quite right here.
There’s something out of place here.


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Dick Whitman song meanings
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