I live in a small pale house
A moment’s march from the beach
My day is growing near
And here I find no peace at all
And here I find no peace at all
I hear the summer sounds
Silent only we keep on
That hurts in my fingerprint
Left roads winding on your peeling skin
And here I find no peace at all
And here I find no peace at all
I live in a small pale house
A moment’s march from the beach
My day is growing near
And here I find no peace at all
And here I find no peace at all
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