And when the night's falling Dogs are barking Trees are hanging low She's gone and I'm relieved Just another poorly chosen bone Back to the guitar Random clichés on the smooth bright neck Of a feminine substitute There's an only feeling Nothing left to fake Be mine in speed notes And far away roads I want to be naked all of the time Nothing but sandals They were yours Back then I felt like they're mine Without position it feels like you own your fate But the minute you're out again You're brain is struggling Too late It's flooded with junk Be mine in speed notes And far away roads.
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