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There are no milestones tonight for me
deja vu, grey sun - mention me
as he shuts the door of the truck I've never seen
as he shuts the door of the truck I've never seen
There are no rock n' roll guitar licks
behind the door
of this closet that I found on the bottom floor
of a washed out apartment
where beauty is skin deep
so if I pray, will you come and marry me?
Bring me white roses, cuz they died you see
2 weeks later
made a face at you
and I cut you down to size
and I pray that any love I've got
shoots right through my eyes
but I know that you're gonna be going home anyway
Compact your life into a Bible verse
in your curious eyes I see there's nothing worse
there are 2 trails: a blessing and a curse
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