The rosebuds

Birds make good neighbors

The rosebuds
I have told myself i know
A thousand ways to leave this place
We must tie our shoes on tight
For the march ahead through sleepy beds
And we'll get by
And we tell ourselves one more time
We get by
And we brace ourselves and hold our hands and fight
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