sometimes it comes without words, sometimes it goes without saying
i had the best brown eyed girl, but now she's gone beyond praying for
i'm a saint, but she didn't mind me, at the same time she just couldn't find me
she went looking for space as people all will
until they get to that place, some kind of chill
sometimes it comes without words, sometimes it goes without saying
sometimes the only kind of luck you get is what you have been constantly praying for
when my notes are gone and i still need to make a sound
when my love's been took and im no longer hanging around with
all the same, i might find it. love is blind babe, but i didnt blind it
its gone looking for that space as people all will
until they get to that place .. some kind of chill
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