Intro 2x:
Windblown whispers wind naked down the corridor
Thoughts leavin my head, they twist through yours
What will become of these gestures that we made
I ve given up my Bible, you moved out of state ohhhhhh
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Wearily waitin on the wastin of his days
A sad son s smoldering soul
Give you three bucks for your sympathy
and another for a cigarette
The interaction feels so cold ohhhh
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