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Vast She Found Out

she gets home There's nothing I can do to make it right She found out about the darkness last night There's nothing I can say to make her stay She found

What has become of Millicent Frastley? Is there any hope that she is still alive? Why haven't they found her? It's rather ghastly to think the little

a vast, unprolific ground above her head the indefinite space For ages she wandered in the forsaken wilderness searching for life-forms She found nothing

angels She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody She gave me back my tongue That she might run it on herself She was Lilith, she was light I was but

say, you are standing alone in a barren landscape You have scanned the blue emptiness countless times And found nothing, you have raised your voice to the ceiling Of the vast

I grew up in a little town A southern mix of lost and found Where most folks seem to stick around But I could hear the highway song I'd sit out on the

tickle on my young mans ting Shes up for doing what she like any day more like the night she ground drunk the soles that she stole/brought/borrowed She

the angels She cast a spell on every cell In my nobody She gave me back my tongue That she might run it on herself She was Lilith. she was light I was

Under pressure, I'm heating up. Under pressure, calm, but it's all front. Under pressure, boiling point has come... Fast forward twelve years, and he's been out