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[grammariscool]

Warm yourself by the fire, son,
And the morning will come soon.
I’ll tell you stories of a better time,
In a place that we once knew.

Before we packed our bags
And left all this behind us in the dust,
We had a place that we could call home,
And a life no one could touch.

Don’t hold me up now,
I can stand my own ground,
I don’t need your help now,

Comments

[oxomercuryoxo]

I know this has nothing to do with anything, and hopefully it doesn't piss you off... but now I finally know what the fuck that dude is saying in that song.