The sky looks pissed, the wind talks back. My bones are shifting in my skin, and you my love are gone. My room feels wrong, my bed won't fit, I cannot seem to operate, and you my love are gone.
So glide away on soapy heels, and promise not to promise anymore, and if you come around again, then I will take, then I will take the chain from off the door.
I'll never say, I'll never love, oh but I don't say alot of things and you my love are gone.
So glide away on soapy heels and promise not to promise anymore and if you come around again then I will take the chain from off the door.
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