Perth
(Bon Iver)
Iʼm tearing up, acrost your face
move dust through the light
to fide your name
it's something fane
this is not a place
not yet awake, I'm raised of make
still alive who you love
still alive who you love
still alive who you love
in a mother, out a moth
furling forests for the soft
gotta know been lead aloft
so I'm ridding all your stories
what I know, what it is, is pouring -- wire it up!
you're breaking your ground
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