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Good shoes
Fake smile
Gonna be out for the night
Thinking of what the fawn brought
Cut time
Cut away
In the break
Of an angel's sign on my end
It's a hard day for a melody to take me away
I'll wait in the car and count the change.
The look-ats, who for, cause i'm going home -
To the Days and the Gold and the Why-ats catch thee own
Go easy
On the reasons
You thought I would be
Too hard to define
Which,
Back in the cans,
Shooting off of a cliff,
You ran as it came.
It's a wing right over seven days, or over weeks
We're riding too hard to catch its theme
Your face in two bars you pry at to see
the wide open sea and the skies underneath
