Pretend you want to be here or maybe make up your mind
I've been made into a half-wit but the devil wont take my time
My time
Take your black hound with you, please don't leave him at my front door
I've been changing like a shape shifter for your peace but not any more, Not any more
And it's a dull mess
The way the seasons are changing
And a crueler way to let us down
You Will March Over To Me
Take your back and arch it like a foolish man in the snow
Stretch it out past your comfort and in hindsight let me know
Let me know
And it's a dull mess
The way the seasons are changing
And a crueler way to let us down
You Will March Over To Me
I feel like a monster on speed dial

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