Here we go again, beat and stuck up and spent and
Saving for rent on our blood red homes,
Cos a dream with no color,
Well why even bother.
And we know that it won`t last, but we force it and force it, and the
Time just proves too much,
And we`re wearing down, wearing down again.
Should have been fall, with the memories of summer,
The burn of the sun and the cold, oh, fall,
You`re a comfortable lover but I just cant take all the decay.
It`s okay if you don`t show, but I want you do know you`re invited.
It`s okay to feel the cold, but I want you to know that I`m inside.
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