It's a postcard for the boy
Who loves her like you do
It's a certain type of choice
That will bring them
Back to you
Coming to you one by one
All that you said you would do
And you're commandeering all the fog
Making it hard as you do
It's the wording of your voice
Who can talk it like you do
It's a special type of noise
That will make it through to you
Falling onto a simple strait
You said it's real
How does that feel
Falling into another one
You said it's real
How does that feel
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