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Finished
How uncanny
To think that you still
Found a way around
Oh what do I have
Haven't you had your fill
And you reach right back
Without a glance
You don't really care
If you've got my hand
It was there in those moments
Between the quiet trees
And sinking grass
There in that office
Where profits would pass
You did your changing
The winters happened
No clamour just taking
Our love was just waiting
Dart beneath the covers
Dark and cold above us
Forever hold the likeness
I'm not lonely but jesus fucking christ
You find a way
To qualify
What does our saftey cost
There might not be more for us
