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Wolverines; they're the worst
a song about sailing
Left my heart in the backseat of your american car
i don't know if i'll see it again
because i think you were driving someplace far
you can't put your hands on something and not expect it to be frightened
you can't put your hands on someone and not expect him to feel love
no i can't see straight unless it's your face at which i look
your eyes burn me with cold but keep me warm is what they do
no i can't look back unless you're behind me, unless you're there.
When you walked away i knew it was for a while
something about your voice
something about that goodbye smile
no words of anger but no words of affection
i don't speak this language, not like i used to not like i could
no i can't see straight unless it's your face at which i look
your eyes burn me with cold but keep me warm is what they do
no i can't look back unless you're behind me, unless you're there
no eyes to see you walk away