Shannon Wright
All These Things
Under the carport that has no spring Cement floors where the creatures ring And your mother she never calls Says you're the cause of all her pain But all these things don't carry camelot Through the betrayed all these things Don't hold form with a stout cord and chain You are out of sorts and ready to retire On the brink of my answer i fell asleep For a little while
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