Raise your eyes.
Cancel your show
and I'll come bake you bread,
launder your clothes.
There's a glow in the barn.
There are wolves on the lawn.
And a car - full of loans.
It's enough not to know.
And I'm proud enough to go where I'm told.
I'm getting smaller and i'm afraid of how this goes
and they are old enough to know
and we are old enough to know.
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