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Theres a hola from the boulevard calling, In our beds we are made
As I take a tun in to a desolate morning, countless, relying on literary raids
I spot a man who carries
a sack of clothes on his shoulder, There are strangers on the outskirts
He’s mouthing the vowels Roaming fast a far away with there
from the alphabet we share. questions directions to never look back
Restorations pushed back in the Shelf
In our beds we are made And its hard on the Shelf
countless, relying on literary raids Hard
Hard on the Shelf
There are strangers on the outskirts a tear from the mornings eye…
Running fast a far away It’s tough on the shelf life.
with there questions directions to never look back
Restorations pushed back in the Shelf it tough on the shelf life
And its hard on the Shelf it’s tough on the shelf life
Hard its tough on the shelf life
Hard on the Shelf
a tear from the mornings eye… There are strangers on the outskirts
It’s tough on the shelf life. Roaming fast a far away
with there questions directions to never look back
Village people are scoring under a subway, Restorations pushed back in the Shelf
I’m not one to judge them And its hard on the Shelf
because I have my own demons, Hard
The devils play thing has you Hard on the Shelf
tuning around in his pockets, a tear from the mornings eye…
Send love from the valley and sever unsparingly. It’s tough on the shelf life.
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