you smacked a hand across the face
of the darkness they were in
you'd have to leave something behind
it is not like you're supposed to be here
much less for this length of days
it is almost summer again
but you're so set in your ways
that you still don't understand
you put your arm around the backs
of the shit that they were in
you'd have to leave someone behind
it is not like they're supposed to be here
much less for this length of days
it is almost summer again
but you're so set in your ways
that you still don't understand
and you don't know my face
no, you don't know my face
and you don't know my fate
no, you don't know my fate
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