For those who raise hands have fallen Fallen on swollen eyes Didn't quite get what you were saying Up until the conversation died Run back to your southern glass home Let's forget i was pretending Let's pretend you knew it all along Got a call from a good friend Who was saying things were not that good at all Run back to your southern glass home You're falling on hard times You're following open skies With gasoline ghosts from only you Run back to your southern glass home
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