Compromise: 7. Lincoln

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Sixteen months Iv been away now, when I left you i was dying for change- like an overplayed tune

back then me and lincoln were through.

I carried out investigations to figure out overturned inspirations

the questions, they were leading and lead me screaming back to you.

Lincoln I won't tell a soul.

of the summer that i stole from you.

this new cities getting old

& its not my town, its not my town at all

It took me years to stop feeling cold and reproached

bigger fears- watch children sleep

I left the lights on and the engine warm

Get away again get away from...