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{from out of wedlock} ryan goold Your voice wakes me like a calling Like I am an only child The miles only make it clearer The walls can't hold me like you used to And they say you're never coming back The garden has faded The roadside priests have failed Your friends are no substitute And they say you're never coming back So I late at night broken from the falling Going over the time in my head The times when the firsts were painted Just to dry and become the last And they say you're never coming back |
