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| Southern Glass Home 
 For those who raise hands have fallen
 Fallen on swollen eyes
 
 Didn't quite get what you were saying
 Up until the conversation died
 
 Run back to your southern glass home
 
 Let's forget i was pretending
 Let's pretend you knew it all along
 Got a call from a good friend
 Who was saying things were not that good at all
 
 Run back to your southern glass home
 
 You're falling on hard times
 You're following open skies
 With gasoline ghosts from only you
 
 Run back to your southern glass home
 
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