Song | Zebra |
Artist | This Town Needs Guns |
Album | Animals |
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Caught forever on paper torn tethered,time sends its regards from pictures that never sawthe light of day. | |
Just tucked in a box and hoarded awayso that eyes could never gaze upon faces of old. | |
Memories that | |
I had longed to hold. | |
So hold me now,that | |
I am not strong enough to hold myself. | |
I am old enough now to know better than to bare my cross alone. |