Island

The Whitest Boy Alive 4 0 117 0
When I got back along my road All the trees had come out the screen Nobody called for many days I was left in my little world Lived through the smell of painted floors Echoing the sound Of running water through the pipes And posters falling down When I woke up the second day All the noises have disappeared Down the street I chose a path And walked to the end of it Of all the words you sent to me There was one that I couldn't bear One that for me meant everything I think you got mixed up with care Taking care, taking care Live on the island, live on the island Live on the island, live on the island

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