...Familiar Place
I came through the backyard
You let the garden die
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
What did I do to deserve this?
The mountain was taller than I could've fathomed
I hardly believe it from here at the bottom
And I can't imagine why you'd want to be at the top
Oh my god, what will I do if you ever stop?
Without you I am surely the last of our kind
Without you I am surely the last of my kind
You let the garden die
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
What did I do to deserve this?
The mountain was taller than I could've fathomed
I hardly believe it from here at the bottom
And I can't imagine why you'd want to be at the top
Oh my god, what will I do if you ever stop?
Without you I am surely the last of our kind
Without you I am surely the last of my kind
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Writer(s): Lucy Dacus
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