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The last time that I saw youYou had me housed up on your red, red roadStranded in the housing of our move in house in We were going to hit every port and every cape townWe were going to give a full report, of sortsTo your mother up in Cabo and in NewcourtDamn, can't believe your father left his landThe creed, to cry Rely, rely, rely, rely, behave, behave, behave, behave Spent all of that time not wanting toWe climbed up on your carpetThere's a carpet in our minds, wherein Shameless in hummingLike a violin strummingWe were going to hit every mark in stark But the sutra didn't suit you that long day in the parkI'm talking about itWe're talking real loveI want to read up on that love Damn, can't believe you left me on the land, to be seen, to be scribedTell you now that you:Rely, rely, rely, rely, behave, behave, behave, behaveSpend all of that time not wanting toRely, rely, rely, rely, behave, behave, behave, behaveDecide, decide, decide, decide, repave, repave, repave, repaveInside, inside, inside, inside, the lade, the lade, the lade, the lade From Letras Mania