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Could it be my cover blew away this morningit was barely April it was getting warmerhere you gave me shelter from the microviolenceall the coming and going happening in silenceDo you feel like I do when it all surrounds youhighway beach and forest sun is shining for usbut I can't stay tomorrow I'm going awayfor my impression to stay, tomorrow I'm going awayyou can make yourself rareyou can raise your valueyou can be a mysterythey don't get to know memy life is leaning to the sound of warI can feel no sorrow to be gone at allhalf of me is made up mostly I'm a constructcity suburb forest cut a new path for ussmile at everything you see, that's my techniqueput your wooden headphones oneffigies of warships, call me to your doorthe form is perfect, but it isn't workingthe form is perfect, but it isn't workingoh microbring back that body you brought From Letras Mania