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what are you hiding from me what are you hiding beneath the leaves that color you and all the things that make you what you feel the sun ain't inviting I know the sun ain't inviting but I've sat beneath the bridges and I've watched the water pass between my toes you wonder who to follow and you lie about your heart there's no need to buy tomorrow when there's no place to start -Sean Watkins, "Hiding" |
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