Until the night falls, we’re the only ones left
I bet you even know, where we could go-o-oh
And when it all fucks up, you put your head in my hands
It’s a souvenir for when you go-o-oh

I’m in misery where you can seem as old as your omens
And the mother we share will never keep your proud head from falling
The way is long but you can make it easy on me
And the mother we share will never keep our cold hearts from calling

If you don’t have room in your life for this kind of song then you need to re-evaluate

Had this stuck in my head all day long

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