The island's small and desolate
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The highways stretch towards nothingness..
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Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce.
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And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer.
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I will pretend that you won't be gone
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Distance dilutes and rewrites and rewrites
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And I will pretend that you wont be gone
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Distance dilutes and rewrites
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(this song)
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The island's small and desolate
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The highways stretch towards nothingness
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Weeds infest our front lawn, the picket fence impales the sun that silhouettes on our houses dressed up in luminesce
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And the softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer
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I will pretend that you won't be gone
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Distance dilutes and rewrites and rewrites
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I will pretend that you won't be gone
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And distance dilutes and rewrites
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(this song)
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But I keep asking you to tell me what is wrong
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And you, you just tell me that it's nothing, at all
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But in your helplessness I can see, you know I can see
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The softest part of your flesh helps my body ingest sleep in the dead of the summer
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I will pretend that you won't be gone
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That distance dilutes, rewrites and rewrites
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And I will pretend that you won't be gone
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Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites
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And I will pretend that you won't be gone
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Dilute
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The Honorary Title |