The Weird Divide Songtext

Shins, The

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The Weird Divide Songtext
several days a month you made

the mile to my house,

and had me do a stroll with you.



far below a furry moon
our purposes crossed

the weird divide

between our kinds



the silver leaves of ailing trees

took flights as we passed so long ago

but a short time i know.



it pleases me this memory

has swollen up with age.
even time can do

good things to you.
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