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MATT NATHANSON >> Merchandise Links
MATT NATHANSON
I got your letter this morning, got your letter alright It claimed clarity but came in screaming and I was soaked clean through How could we ever let it get this far? To leave us nothing dear but sickness Me with mine and you with yours And when we can see things clearer than we think we see them now Maybe kiss each other sweetly without trying to bite down Maybe then all this will be better & maybe then we ll recover It s funny because I promised myself that this would never happen again I'd been warned and I'd been told, but it s these moments of clarity that cripple me most You said I was tiresome, with heels dug deep, reciting my lines All tarred in make-up and glazed in light
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