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grass
00:57
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the blades of grass scratch my back
and a towhee sings to drink my tea
everything smells like common lilac
and the sun makes it so hard to see
i'm barely getting any sleep
you're nothing more than skin and bones
the day is night and the sky's so deep
you make me feel like i'm right at home
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maybe now
00:49
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maybe now you have an idea
of how i've felt this past whole year
everyone else is making their rounds
and i'm still stuck on my old stomping grounds
easy is something that comes so hard
making it up as i go along
everything and anything is making me collapse
now some things are hard to look past
i read it again i was right all along
i was probably too much to string along
i doubted so much you won't believe
i talked to you when i was down on my knees
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