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lyrics
We set it up, from crutch to crutch, and is that enough?
Withstood another propped-up problem, torn and tough.
And through nothing much, we set it up; we said it, with sentiment's last credit.
Words of a pep talk played pathetic on the fraught.
And no-one asked you where you go,
And no-one else knew what you know. And we'll kick it,
But not until we're taken over.
No, not until your shadow's sold.
We took a hint, and the rest is up to autumn, and your version of the portrait growing cold.
You know it. You're growing cold now; You're growing older, coda sewn.
Before the certainty, a virgin curtain call.
Your endless summer's ended, forms an endless fall.
And in a sense, that inner sense won't fit in with innocents who did it.
Withstand another propped-up problem, oversold. Kick it.
But not until we're shaken sober.
No, not until your talent's old.
We took a hint, and the rest is up to autumn, and the way you hung the portrait, growing cold.
Dry as your skin is, trials unfinished. Gamble.
No, not until your shadow's stolen.
No, not until we're said and told.
We took a hint, got arrested by the autumn,
in the way you hung the portrait, growing perilous for your sake, and so cold.
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released July 7, 2019
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