| Misanthropy - Wheel | |
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I'll follow in your wheel ruts Down paper-trails of last year's luck To cut along the dotted lines Left for me further down the track When the paths all come undone I'll double back to find no-one And footprints will go on alone Treading empty trails of nowhere much I'll meet you where the fences cross Where the miles unwind and the days get lost To swap you old leaves and a handful of moss For a spraypainted heart and a rainfaded cross |
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