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An easy swing had it's time shouldered
Slow bending axe
Now it's a photo framed
The swing hasn't had it
And here we are rebuilding roads
Right by roosting towns
It's just like the love
-The one that's never been enough
So I'm counting on your fingers
Cause you've reattached the twitch
And if you (go) want opinion
I will die along the ditches
And every summer is a hot token
To the cold, cold take of lust
And every autumn singes
With the business of sadness
Fred had it wrong, Macy
Honey hadn't burned
Another curve in the counting
Is never served
So I'm counting on your fingers
Cause you've reattached the twitch
And if you (go) want opinion
I will die along the ditches
Slow bending axe
Now it's a photo framed
The swing hasn't had it
And here we are rebuilding roads
Right by roosting towns
It's just like the love
-The one that's never been enough
So I'm counting on your fingers
Cause you've reattached the twitch
And if you (go) want opinion
I will die along the ditches
And every summer is a hot token
To the cold, cold take of lust
And every autumn singes
With the business of sadness
Fred had it wrong, Macy
Honey hadn't burned
Another curve in the counting
Is never served
So I'm counting on your fingers
Cause you've reattached the twitch
And if you (go) want opinion
I will die along the ditches
Lyrics submitted by slowbendingaxe, edited by rockisgroovy
Brackett, WI Lyrics as written by Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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my last name is brackett! my grandfather's name is william! justin, are you speaking to him/me?!!