Small Hours
The White Birch
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Still flows
The river
Down, way
Down by the
Scrap yards
In spirals
No one
Knew what would
There she goes ... help me
Her face down low ... reach out
Dark and ... make me
Closed, she knows ... come up for air
A place to hide ... hold me
We follow her ... cry out
Through till ... wake me
Morning, don’t ... l can’t stay here
You know?Swallow
And walk on
Chase the
Beat of her
Heart racing ... help me
We follow her ... reach out
I don’t ... make me
Know ... come up for air
For the life of me ... hold me
And the spiral woe ... cry out
How she ... take me
Goes forth ... out of here
The river
Down, way
Down by the
Scrap yards
In spirals
No one
Knew what would
There she goes ... help me
Her face down low ... reach out
Dark and ... make me
Closed, she knows ... come up for air
A place to hide ... hold me
We follow her ... cry out
Through till ... wake me
Morning, don’t ... l can’t stay here
You know?Swallow
And walk on
Chase the
Beat of her
Heart racing ... help me
We follow her ... reach out
I don’t ... make me
Know ... come up for air
For the life of me ... hold me
And the spiral woe ... cry out
How she ... take me
Goes forth ... out of here
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