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Clouds crash on the hillside Set to sail your soul at high tide High time you left that shadow, Dead weight in the meadow Let it follow far below Oh, Oh, Oh Whoa what a ceiling All the angels cracked and peeling, Revealing constellations, One day you will name one, After a boy you knew When you were back in middle school And ingrained his name in love notes, Every one retained though, In a box behind your raincoats Oh, those days When rainy days meant Trace the spaces raindrops made when Racing 'cross the windshield The pace of life wasn't real Oh, though how we quickened How the slope began to slicken You slip into a grin then, Begin with where you've been and In my linen you are skin again La da da La da da da da daa Da da daa Da daa daa La da da daa da da daa daa Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside Set to sail your soul at high tide High time you left that shadow, Dead weight in the meadow In my linen you are skin again |
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