| Sage Francis – Crumble Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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The rest of the lyrics: I've got an insecurity box for your mail Tracing the name on the return address as if it was made of braille Pretended it was your finger but careful to not break a nail The one that sealed the coffin shut. When it opened caused a paper trail But since then I buried your dead sea scrolls And emptied my head of these old trivial memories that i seem to hold Now you're a foot note with cement shoes In case you wonder what that sinking feeling has been ever since I left you. |
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