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Just a few minutes after taking them I realized Hundreds of buzzing flies were all over me I looked up and there you were, reading You were on your own, you were on vacation You were on vacation Vacation means "leave" Means "obliterate all prior things" Here, why don't I try Why don't I try to make you mine? Why is a lack of imagination the crime? Why don't I try Why don't I try to make you mine? Why don't I back you up against this moment? So when you finally go And when you choose to go I resume my little road And nobody needs to know Will know that I ever meant to leave My little lower road I watch the bird feeder out back in my parents' yard The weight of that bluejay The bully steals it all Letras de canciones And what must happen in your mind When you create those silences? Well never mind, I don't want to see I know it's got nothing to do with me Here, why don't I try Why don't I try to move aside? I'm still soft, I'm still in my prime Why don't I try Why don't I try to move aside I'm still soft, it's still my time And when you finally go When you choose to go I resume my little road And nobody needs to know Will know that I ever meant to meant to leave My little lower road And when you finally go When you choose to go I resume my little road And nobody needs to know Will know that I was only holding your place on this Your little lower road From Letras Mania