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...TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

 
Find me when the summer ends
Where routine never seems to bend
In a place that I can call my home
There’s no TV and no telephone
I left a hole in the wall
To let the shadows break the fall
The alcohol that’s in my hand
It never was my favorite brand


Love is blind
You cut me out from the inside
I rewind
Tell me what days I could find


You could have it all, my friend
It’s this country I can’t stand
Seasons pass and I still pretend
No meaning left to my plans


Find me when the winter comes
When hearts are lost without a sun
These tire tracks could disappear
Like the time you left me here
I found the story you wrote

‘The Fisherman without a Boat’
You left a smear on the page
But I’m too lost in the haze


Love is blind
You cut me out from the inside
I rewind
Tell me what days I could find
Something more
Where the ocean meets the shore
Close the door
Tell me what you’re waiting for


You could have it all, my friend
It’s this country I can’t stand
Seasons pass and I still pretend
No meaning left to my plans


Find me whenever you like
I’ll always be here ‘till I die
Buried in my leaking head
Another day to stay in bed
I planned to grow out my hair
Going up the downstairs
My letters are piling up now
I forgot your address somehow
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