Love has brought us here. She walks around
the lake with her eyes set in stone. And she
throws it in the water. The way the sky looked
that night still brings shivers down my spine.
She finds herself useless from running away(x3).
She buries her hand with the hatchet. Whoa,
yeah. Lets run this thing aground. I said whoa,
yeah, lets run this this aground. That seems
right about your love for discomfort. Lets run
this thing, run it aground. Behind the house she
plants a new life and buries what use to be her.
Her life is now complete.






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