So we're pulled threads on sweaters
That used to be my favorite
We're a great big mess of the grandest kind
'cause lately i'm convinced
That we just live on separate planets
That both come down at entirely the wrong times
It's a lot like that cold summer
When your father went away
Now your eyes are void of wonder
We've run out of things to talk about
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