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my friend you were the model
a priceless work of art
boys would fashion their emotions to the pattern of your heart
and I heard you wrote that record for a girl you loved that died
I'm here sewing mine together just hoping your alive
and i know you'll never come back now to the world where people are
because you never understood what they loved you for
now ghosts they have their secrets
and they'll tell them to a few
so you could never pay attention when they're whispering to you
there were many talents you possessed that I wished myself to have
but the way your eyes would gloss over
well I never envied that
and I doubt you'll ever come back now from wherever it is you are
because you never understood what we loved you for
I'm sure the TV sets will tell us when someone reinvents the wheel
until then I'll have a million conversations about shit that isn't real
but I've tried to breathe in meaning
dig deep to every gasp of air
because i know you did the same thing for as long as you could bear
I guess everything just circles around to where it was before
so I hope I see you soon in some other form
Bright Eyes:
Bright Eyes:
Bright Eyes:
Bright Eyes:
