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Possibilities for the eleventh of May
I can do whatever I'd like to
Yet, I can't think of anything that I can do that won't spark a fuse for memories
Now, I'm finding out the hard way to throw away everything
Fuck recycling
It's not Groundhog Day, I'm done living each day again and again and again

My phone calls are ignored
Yeah, I've been here before
I'd rather leave this at your door
Our minds may wander off, that doesn't mean they lost their way
Aside from these dirty shoes, they'll still walk this line straight

For now, I'm sinking to the bottom of the deepest sea
Or crash landing on an island where I'll still have hopes for you and me
Stop digging this grave sixty years before an expiration date
Let go, move on, no more worrying

Orlando, take care of her for me
You see, I've done enough dreaming
It's time that I catch up on sleep
So, would you please
Orlando, take care of her for me
Orlando, take care of her for me



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Writer(s): Echo Base
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