One by one,
They fell like tree's.
I knew no one
Could depict these things for me.
Greeting, as you stay
We never fail to play.
I know it's what you want
This is the onle way.
Now, cold weather
Slowly die
I promise
I'll always, be in the deadest town.
Long nights
Been thinking, arranging, or explaining.
It's wearing, it's wearing, it's wearing out.
Writer(s): Caleb Cornett
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