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Savor the taste, of coming home late | I let my dreams roll past her | Taking my time waking her up
Savor the taste, of coming home late I let my dreams roll past her Taking my time waking her up I put out the morning to pasture I, oh I Was holding me back Tailing me behind my own car I find the depths of my well Stop me if I go too far I met her open, bright-eyed, and warm She gave shape to my laughter Heart in my throat, empty in my chest Evening had never sped faster I, oh I Was holding me back Tailing me behind my own car I find the depths of my well Stop me if I go too far Under rains In my veins I cut in and out Oh, I will filter down Open caves Radio waves Windows in the ground Oh, you can make it sound Oh, you can make it sound I, oh I Was holding me back Tailing me behind my own car I find the depths of my well I find the depths of my well I find... Stop me if I go too far
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