whenever I miss the ball
I think of you
your gown unsoiled
but not for lack of wearing
I wore thin, I did
thought I had a tower to climb
and maybe I did too
maybe down to you
maybe bullshit anyway
who can tell?
hell, made a good story
as long as I left
the story part out.
fly north and west,
stop at the sea
and never think of me
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