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Stay close

Stay close

We'll wither the vinyl

Caught dressed in cold

My clothes don't make a sound

I was told too many stories

Too heady to suspect 

Out comes the ruckus

Out comes the horror

I feel to flee

Stay low

Stay low

I feel the stars now

I am beaten against my ribs

Some mountain I am up against

I was sold too many mornings

Never to realize

Out comes the ruckus

Out comes the horror

It feels so sweet

I was bold for the battering

I felt I did arrive

Out comes the sunrise

Out comes the daylight

Something did appear

Coming up off the sand

Strange colored shells in your hand

Somethings will always remain