Now the old graveyard
I used to roam alone at night
has my dad as a tenant
it all fits a little too tight
In a place I swear I'd never live again
but I wish I could be there now
Swinging a graveyard shift
just for one night somehow
that home is good and gone
the walks the stars the times
the loves the hates the losses
the silly kidstuff crimes
manage a visit sometime
but it won't be the same
and he won't be there
nowhere on earth but in my name
what
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