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On the underside of Massachusettssplintered by an empty freighter carthat strafes my deepest fearI could never leave you, Massachusettslike water drained at night out a reservoirnot half a mile from hereUnderneath the cover of the marshesis where I buried my best wordsto last a hundred thousand yearsI could never leave them in Massachusettslike water drained at night, a reservoirnot half a mile from hereWho are you to tell me?Who are you to tell me?Who are you to try and lead mefrom a place you never even came?Underneath the cover of the marshesis where I buried my best wordsto last a hundred thousand yearsI could never leave them in Massachusettsthe water drained at night, a reservoirnot half a mileWho are you to tell me?Who are you to tell me?Who are you to try and lead mefrom this place you never even came? From Letras Mania