old table

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Where do these feelings come?

Bad things, bad

Sometimes I want to forgive you,

But I don't, I

 

Pretend to be lost in days thought again

I'll run away from the things make me doubt

And you must always take all the dregs with you

Things like the old table where we sat and talked

 

Old table

Old table

Old table, yours

 

Pretend to be lost in days thought again

I'll run away from the things make me doubt

And you must always take all the dregs with you

Things like the old table where we sat and talked

 

Old table

Old table

Old table

Old table, yours