SAME TIME LAST YEAR
Nothing stands still.
You're not what you were before.
The fallows have ended their siege.
Come back home with me.
I've rolled up the lawn, so as
to see straight to Hell itself.
And oh, it is so much better this way.
Nothing stands still.
You're not what you were before.
The fallows have ended their siege.
Come back home with me.
I've rolled up the lawn, so as
to see straight to Hell itself.
And oh, it is so much better this way.
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