stuff your notes under my door
til your voice disappears
these waves are beating me to shore
you can call me out but i'll be on the go
you can call me out but i'll be lying low
i've seen you wade in dirty lakes
selling cakes to passing cars
dotting i's, swinging arms
these waves are beating me to shore
you can call me out but i'll be on the go
you can call me out but i'll be lying low
By my window hangs a bridle
arms akimbo, I'm your rider
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