Popowich Song Lyrics

Oh, the simple ones we hold

Everyone used to open seeds

Cold energy

And still it answers

And still it tries to replace me

These lights on all these fires

And everything's degrading

Overending

Overending

Go say your lines

Good things in mind

And there's still an opening

And still her moments empty break

Lights on all these passing folds

Will I open all things

Or am I bound to just one mold

Good things in mind

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