They call holidays an option for a reason
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I heard you're coming back to life just for the fourth
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I've been catching all your ghosts for every season
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I pray to god you won't come back here anymore
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do you pray with him, too?
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They should deliver all my blessings
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in small brown paper handbags near the porch
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I wished I'd known that you were bleeding while I sat
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and watched you reading with the lord
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I read with him, too
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when you look at me
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I'll be digesting your legs
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cause I can hardly see
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what's in front of me these days
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and those days, too.
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I've got to take what I'm making
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and turn it into something
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I've got to take what I'm making
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and turn it into something
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for you
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I've got to break what I'm making
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and turn it into nothing
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I've got to break what I'm making
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and turn it into nothing
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for you
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God, where have you been?
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Where Have You Been?
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| Manchester Orchestra |
