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Park Bench

de Valley

My love, my love, my love, my love, I'm hiding
I've been useless and staring away at a crowd on a park bench
Generate my mind, generation mind the silence
Cry on my shoulder, oh God I'm getting older, find some balance

With your teeth stained white for some other kind
Ah baby, you talk me in on a modern time
But I'm still stained blue sitting right next to you
Yeah, in your pocket reach I'm just currency

My love, my love, my love, my love, we're all just crying
On a break of an age
Can't help but erase when your gun shots are violent
I guess you can call these hard times
Buy your mental state in the grocery aisle
Just to tear some page of a cheap headline
(He's just a silly nutcase you call a good guy)

With your teeth stained white for some other kind
Ah, baby, you talk me in on a modern time
But I'm still stained blue sitting right next to you
Yeah, in your pocket reach I'm just currency

Man, I just gave up trying
Rob, I just feel like dying
In a vertical age, I'll just scroll it away
Hung up on a mistake
I wanna know where you go (I wanna know where you roam)
I wanna come and find ya
Holding out all your heart ache
Brushing off on a headache

My love, my love, my love, my love, we're hiding
I've been useless and staring away at a crowd on a park bench
With your teeth stained white for some other kind
Ah, baby, you talk me in on a modern time
But I'm still stained blue sitting right next to you
Yeah, in your pocket reach I'm just currency

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