go your way I'll take the long way 'round
I'll find my own way down as I should
and hold your gaze there's coke in the Midas touch
a joke in the way that we rust and breathe again
and you'll find loss and you'll fear what you found
when the weather comes tearing down
there'll be oats in the water there'll be birds on the ground
there'll be things you never asked her oh how they tear at you now

 
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