To the south end.
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To the store there,
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got coffee
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and it's reeling in my bones.
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'Cause it feels like that time when
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we were outside in the snow.
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And she looked at me and smiled
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the songs that said so.
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'Cause that was early last summer,
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can't you keep your fuckin'
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memories to yourself?
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It's totally dead now.
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I won't descend.
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You're the same, the shame again.
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This is the last round
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before there.
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This is the way to go
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and we will never know.
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'Cause it feels like that time that
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we were outside in the snow.
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That was early last summer,
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Can't you keep your fuckin'
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money for the road?
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It's totally spent now.
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I want descent.
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You're the same, the shame again.
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Write down this wasted time,
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slippin' from my fingers to your own.
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It's totally gone now.
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I won't descend.
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You are at least a song...
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the main light in myself.
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No one else buys in right now.
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All that's left now, frozen still,
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this is the last time,
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that was the last...
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This is the last town,
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this is the last time,
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this is the last way,
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that we will ever know.
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This is the last frown,
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this is the last sound,
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this is the last way,
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to shake this thing around,
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around and 'round my darling.
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No one deserves you right now.
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Baby, I do.
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Descent
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Remy Zero |