i thought it less like a lake and more like a moat the rhythem of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced for ever more the distance is quite simply too far for me to row, it seems farther than every before
mmmm death cab, they make me want to crack my head open and cry, but they do it so beautifully...
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the rhythem of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced for ever more
the distance is quite simply too far for me to row, it seems farther than every before
mmmm death cab, they make me want to crack my head open and cry, but they do it so beautifully...
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