Bad light/rise
The split infinitives
I know you've got to be somewhere
With your ground game in the air
That comes with the autumn dawn
And it turns a bad light on
With your ground game in the air
That comes with the autumn dawn
And it turns a bad light on
That passes through the center
I was told it was for the better
That it will rise
Simple interests are everything
It fails my private reckoning
Where the crescent fades to anew
My thoughts have not forgotten you
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