The Arrivals
Ballad of Lon Stokes
I've surrounded myself with bastardized logos They help me get to sleepI've been searching the horizons for the scapes I find dearestAnd I think it makes me weakOver time, I've realized That the comforts I most prizedWill all clean my bones And circle like fliesNow I'm feeding myself away from the tableAnd I don't care if we speakI've gotten a bit nervous about paying lip service But I'm sure that you won't weepOver time, I've realized That the comforts I most prizedWill all clean my bones And circle like flies
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