Gotta go, im comin home
All the rum is runnin past
So what I know and what I don't
Has never seemed to last
So I guess that's its, I guess that's its
These denim fields, they seem so slow
All the worried lies still flow
Out the door, past the porch
Don't you see the ground still goes
Theres masks, with laughs, no gas, so I go
Blowin smoke, so blown, on our own, and I know
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Don't think im not terrified as you come through
You make such a rise cuz all the eyes are on you
Tell me
What do I do when you make it end
I guess youre right, its nice to see you again
See you again
They sip-sip on the right drink
They say-say that youre gonna bleed
Out of everything I see
The old light tells me what I need
So I guess that's it
In three years ill be just fine
But is it alright if im not okay
Yeah I know, we all see
Its nothing a bottle can change
So I guess that's it
They keep it keep goin
Were all on board
Ill be back
But I haven't yet figured out what for
It passes, no laughs, no gas, and I go
Slow hope, so broke, on our own, now I know
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