And say, this is from my uncle
And, uncle and, uncle and grandpa, and grandma
I miss sitting around the television
Your wine in hand, the Yankee hat is on
Does the fraser ran east?
Are there log homes near the beach?
I miss helping hands in the kitchen
When dusk returns, you dial the number now
We'll all sit down to eat
Remember where you sit this time
You're opposite of me
You look just like me
We can never be at odds
Never be at fault
She'll never be at odds
Until everyone is gone
She'll never be at odds
You don't have to be so sweet
So sweet to me
You don't have to be so sweet
So sweet to me
And right there after the Citadel address
Come home and see
That sound ain't safe at all
It'll take some practice of disbelief
And I try and be ready for
All of the settlement that rolls off the side of my cheek
And I'm knocking on every door
An answerless corridor
A neighborless shell of a street
You look just like me
We can never be at odds
Never be at fault
She'll never be at odds
Until everyone is gone
She'll never be at odds
You don't have to be so sweet
So sweet to me
You don't have to be so sweet
So sweet to me
You don't have to be so sweet
So sweet to me
You don't have to be so sweet
So sweet to me
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