Willard Grant Conspiracy - Front Porch

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  • čas přidán 12. 04. 2016
  • Lyrics:
    Paint a tiny portrait
    In your memory
    Take it out and dust it off
    When you remember me
    Sitting on the front porch
    Whispers in the dark
    The leaves of fall
    Are breaking up
    And heavy in the yard
    I guess that I misunderstood
    Or got too comfortable
    With the rank and file
    Of all the things
    You believe in
    I guess that I should have seen
    We were far from a perfect fit
    Whatever it was you needed
    I just couldn't give
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