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Jordan Moyes
Jordan Moyes
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Jordan Moyes
Jordan Moyes
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On your way out Would you leave this by the door? I'm not stuck here I'm just watching from the porch You gave up an addiction You stand there with something up your sleeve You call for recognition It's not that far away, not that far away, not that far away When my time came You we're watching at the park And how I waited, how I waited through the dark I'm not finished writing The stories that tell how I grew old I watch you in the mornings You're not that far away, you're not that far away Promise you, you're safe Talk to me I promise I can feel the things you can't And down beneath There's a dozen homes where I will roam and wait Watch for a while I mourn with you, I mourn with you, my child Talk to me I promise I can feel the things you can't And down beneath There's a dozen homes where I will roam and wait Watch for a while I mourn with you, I mourn with you, my child I mourn with you, I mourn with you, my child
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