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Without a Sound lyrics
The ink's still wet on our wills
That's when I told her, it's time to start over
Now there's a house to sell
Take this ring of keys
The copies you made for me
And tell me the truth then, tell me you love him
Maybe the scar won't heal
I'm just a fool, you love to be cruel to
The gravel under your wheels
Without a sound, I'm hidin' out on, hidin' under ground
Eleanore hidin' out on your back porch
Without a sound I'm hidin' out on, hidin' under ground
Eleanore hidin' out on your back porch
As soon as the fog lifts
As soon as the smoke drifts, nearly November then
Name is the sweet pines
The bells in your wind chimes, never be back again
The ink's still wet on our wills
That's when I told her, it's time to start over
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- Track 5 on At the Foot of My Rival
- 4 This Day Is Done
- 6 Silverlake
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