And the nights come and go
Take it as it comes
Maybe leave it all behind, oh no
You've reflected far too long
And the traces to be sown
Wrap 'em like twine on a ball
And the blues to decide, on and off again
Positioned by a hand
Set your sights across the fire
Traded on a half fall
Never too late to die young, oh no
And be captured by the sun

Weeds, weeds, weeds, how they grow
And they burn, burn, burn, don't you know?
Bloody veins sow your eyes
Never sleep again
Pluck your last concern, ovеr and out
This hindsight flickers, trickles thicker

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This onе by himself
This one by himself
This one by himself
This one
This one by himself
This one by himself
This one by his own self
This one by their self
Weeds, weeds, weeds, how they grow
And you pull, pull, pull, pull