i am seeing every forgotten foot, all the times we kissed each other: dark and forgotten, nothing to be remembered 'cept what we held for our own and i am holding the last scrap of michigan what you told me would never leave and i'm fallin' apart the meanings and rememberances and nothing is coming out from the confused musings of half of a half of half of scrap of meaningful loses nothing is coming
so drink your half glass full and remember who you were last call coming to you last call before morning
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all the times we kissed each other: dark and forgotten,
nothing to be remembered 'cept what we held for our own
and i am holding the last scrap of michigan
what you told me would never leave
and i'm fallin' apart the meanings and rememberances
and nothing is coming out from the confused musings
of half of a half of half of scrap of meaningful loses
nothing is coming
so drink your half glass full
and remember who you were
last call coming to you
last call before morning
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