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Next Season - Port O'Brien-歌词

Next Season - Port O'Brien

You will sleep

Through the snow

Wake to find

Everyone has left for home

And hopped a plane

Flew down south

Hope to find

Someone there to call your own

When you arrive

Stay off your mind

Until you find the truth

Wait at a dock

Pull on the dock

Until you have pulled it down

I am lonesome

But not for you

Make your own bread

Feed me too

The hills I long for

Are in bloom

And I am lonesome

But not for you you you

Used your friend

For all their worth

Cut them off

But everyone would follow you

And now you're left

In your room

Pray to God

That everyone would follow you

Out on your own

Shouldn't have called

No one or no body to belong

I can see it my eyes

I took our lives

And waited for you to run

And I am lonesome

But not for you

Make your own bread

Feed me too

The hills I long for

Are in bloom

And I am lonesome

But not for you you you

I'm not where I want to be

I have given up on you

Now I'm on my way again

But I'll stay here for the night

Killing time until the next season

And I am lonesome

But not for you

Make your own bread

Feed me too

The hills I long for

Are in bloom

And I am lonesome

But not for you you you

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