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The islands small and desolate The highways stretch towards nothingness Weeds infest our front lawns The picket fence impales the sun That silhouettes on our houses Dressed up in aluminum And the softest part of Your flesh helps my Body ingest sleep In the dead of the summer I will pretend that you won't be gone Distance dilutes And rewrites And rewrites I will pretend that you won't be gone Distance dilutes And rewrites … This song The islands small and desolate The highways stretch towards nothingness The weeds infest our front lawn The picket fence impales the sun That silhouettes on our houses Dressed up in aluminum And the softest part of Your flesh helps my Body ingest sleep In the dead of the summer I will pretend that you won't be gone Distance dilutes And rewrites And rewrites And I will pretend that you won't be gone And distance dilutes And rewrites ...This song But I keep asking you To tell me what is wrong And you, you just tell me That it's nothing at all But in your helplessness I can see You know I can see, yeah The softest part of Your flesh helps my Body ingest sleep In the dead of the summer I will pretend that you won't be gone The distance dilutes And rewrites And rewrites And I will pretend that you won't be gone Distance dilutes And rewrites And rewrites And I will pretend that you won't be gone… |