sweetness, sweetness never suits me
when i get it up to take you home
maybe it’s love, love at first slightly drunk
now i’m walking with the sun in my mouth
worry, worry is a well
gonna let it fall tonight from where we stand

what can’t be decided
in the morning it will bring itself to you
i can see what’s coming
but i’m not saying it

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