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So the stairs that you could climb are the ones you left behind, and your eyes light up when we talk about the past. God, I miss the songs we used to sing and talking like getting away would be the greatest thing. Well, me I got out and you kept singing to me. Like that's really gonna set this free.
I’m trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes
in all the things I wish I wrote
cause I feel like I’ve been losing you, each night it ends too soon
you don’t hold me like you used to and your eyes look like they’ve seen too much
it’s always some excuse, too tired, too obtuse
you look so far removed
this time I fear I’m losing you for good
Princess cards she sends me, with her regards. Oh, barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard. Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted. To her cheshire smile I’ll stand on file. She’s all I ever wanted.
Wait, Wait, Wait / The Format.