••Oh oh another paper tune, that you don't hear now
But I pray you do tomorrow
A deathly song, a deathly muse
Is it wrong, to be addicted to your own sorrow
Oh this is a simple tune, Im afraid to lose
Is it okay now can I believe you
In the dash, an old damn photograph
With tremors of your laugh I swear I hear you
Oh how I envy the trees, how they get gone with their leaves in autumn
Because you're the damn terrible song
Stuck in my head I hum the words along as if I forgot them
Oh this is a simple tune, Im afraid to lose
Is it okay now can I believe you
In the dash, an old damn photograph
With tremors of your laugh I swear I hear you oooo ohhh ooo ooo••

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