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de Waxahatchee

Three-hundred and sixty-five days
Tell me you're a wounded soldier
Ya ain't had much luck but grace is
In the eye of the beholder
I had my own ideas but
I carried you on my shoulders anyways, ooh

And I stopped picking up all your phone calls
Take a shot at decency
If I heard your voice on the other line
Unceremoniously
The shadows of a lie or a state of emergency
I've been run down, ooh

I catch your poison arrow
I catch your same disease
Bow like a weeping willow
Buckling at the knees
Begging you please

If you fly up beyond the cosmos
It's a long way to fall back down
You always go about this the wrong way
And I'm too weak to just let you drown

So when you kill, I kill
When you ache, I ache
We both haunt this old lifeless town
When you fail, I fail
When you fly, I fly
And it's a long way to come back down

Three-hundred and sixty-five days
Tell me I'm your lucky charm
We defy gravity again
Somehow make it out unharmed
And I have my thoughts about it but
I carry you in my arms anyway, ooh

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