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They've been saying this all a while
I'm a mess, you're a file
They've been saving this small exchange
I'm a mess, you're a file

Because the way, the way things travel
Because the waves will alter them in flight
Is that the way, the way things used to?
Still unresolved, but underneath there lies with you
There still with you

Soft as leaves in the night
They can please their own children
They control their own lives
I can be so resourceful

They've been playing that song again
I'm a spark, you're a wire
They're shaving it close again
I'm a spark, you're a wire

'Cause of the weight, the label's useful
So incorrect, but maybe there's
Still something breathing
Hopeless
Breathing

Severed by hollow flight
There can be many options
They can be somewhat right
Possibly some arrangement

I'll just wait and you'll be fine
All this way, and still December
I'll just wait and you'll be fine
All this way, and still December
I'll just wait and you'll be fine
All this way, and still December
I'll just wait and you'll be fine
All this way, and still December