About Blank

Come and give me your gifts
Come let me take you down
A phrase always remembered
"Forget in cruel happiness
Even lovers drown"

I'm in awe of no one anymore
I have none of your fear

Fighting's going nowhere
You can find me
Always, just right there
I was made for this, to teach
You what, you want

I'm uncertain on this
That purpose to make you feel that you're not

Woo

I'm about blank
Come and drown your gifts
I'm the holy fool
A different fool
A different idiot

The proper distance is cool-footedly close

Come be surrounded
By those who love you the most
Hmm, come be surrounded
By those who love you the most
To be together, step in through the most
Surrounded by those who love you the most

Okay



Credits
Writer(s): Gord Downie, Joshua David George Finlayson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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