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An easy swing had its time shouldered slow bending axe
Now its a photo framed
The swing hasnt had it
And here we are rebuilding roads
Right by roosting towns
Its just like the love
The one thats never been enough
So Im counting on your fingers
Cause youve reattached the twitch
And if you (go) want opinion
I will die along the ditches
And every summer is a hot token
To the cold, cold take of lust
And every autumn singes
With the business of sadness
Fred had it wrong, Macy
Honey hadnt burned
Another curve in the counting
Is never served
So Im counting on your fingers
Cause youve reattached the twitch
And if you (go) want opinion
I will die along the ditches