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Iver Ness
Vague to the point of
Senseless
I could not tell you a thing
Desire and fright
It wasn't right
To feel that way
Broken fans and swollen air
Ocean nights
Mosquito fights
I'd hide myself
When you were comiing home
None of it was right
But the truth is always fair
Niether of us was there
For love
Nonetheless it's
What we have
