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It takes a midnight to get to a morning
It takes time to put ducks in a row Kick off the covers, uncover your arm Hold it to my ear like a phone When the spring will believe in this leaving And the leaves will spring up and blah blah You said, oh my god I love you and how Oh did I say that out loud I don’t want my ears to burn When the rain came, it sounded like breathing All banana peels and I couldn’t fall Hold the phone ‘till the call It’s the contract of canyons and mountains White mountains that leave you alone Leave you run down with soap in your eye To quietly rise like a cranefly From here on out I’m on my own I’m a moisture stain on the ceiling I’m a lattice clinging to dust I’m settling onto your face And I know full well you’ll brush me away And I’ll become water and rust When the wood smoke finally found us Did we really smell it at all? Hold the phone ‘till the call Running easy in barely there harness Hold it close and then leet it all fall Hold the phone ‘till the call |
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