No sunrise, no noon, no city
When I am gone away
The night I lost you
I just need a little space
It is hard for us to get inside
We all have monsters
You could call me, if there was a point
I will lead the black horse
When I am dead, say what the fuck you like
I loved her, my dear stranger
I have walked a long way in the rain
We put his heavy body in
I keep thinking you’re still here
The deal is just for you, on the table
They are waiting somewhere near the big rock
What is, is, what goes, goes
Inside the tent, you were still breathing
I am trying to break in to the asylum
I am not just visiting
Nothing is lost, well not everything
There are no strawberries
I’ve brought some money
I woke and could hear the harbour shifting
It’s not THAT big a tornado
All night I have held your hand
It was Tennessee
I am trying to repair
Like wolves on the fold
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