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my bedroom
01:05
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watch me shed my layers
looking out over the snow
clouds are pulled and stretched
the light won't let them go
two trips home in one week
life isn't fucking fair
my dad would always ask
how things were going there
i've had enough
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sentimentality
01:20
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i sit here because i haven't got a key
and i want to write a book of how this affected me
i took needles on my leg as a promise not to quit
cause i love autumn on your porch smoking handrolled cigarettes
i feel it in late january when it's sunny but still cold
and i felt it in your uncle's house where we swore not to grow old
atlanta tries to test us, as we drive into the sun
i won't hide it when i cry cause you're my one
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stradlaters Asheville, North Carolina
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