Albüm: The Foundling
There's knots in your stomach
Tightness in my throat
half the things we say these days
get hurled back as a quote
we came together easily
but something has gone wrong
The air has gotten heavy
'cause I'm leaving
but I'm a different kind of gone
Leaving leads me home to you,
darlin try to see
I'm put together needing room
to remember what I need.
I froze up once and lost myself,
I damn near lost the strength to carry on.
Now I'm a different kind of gone.
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