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Summer days you were smoking on my porch You never questioned my motives, I questioned yours Every word I spoke was written in A book you said that was ours back then Harvest came and it picked me up It grabbed me by the throat and said, ‘are you ready yet?' Winter's snow came welcome that year It wrapped me in it's arms and said you are safer here You ran away Graceful like, his hands on your hips Baby runs away On foreign airplanes Just to see if there's a vacant seat Just to see if there's a vacant seat |