Sleeping in the grass,
she's out of my control.
Seven thoughts away to keep me out.
she's out of my control.
Seven thoughts away to keep me out.
So naked and confused,
the beaten and abused.
You have seen the world like me.
This darkness lining up before me.
Old guitars and fires storming.
So empty when you leave.
That's what I,
that's what I belive.
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