Saturday, June 2nd, 2012
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I’ll move to the country, and live inside the deepest, darkest wood
And I’ll write you a letter and tell you all the things I should say to your face
And I won’t send it to you, I’ll send it to your mother’s place
And she won’t give it to you, that’s how brave I’ll grow here in my cave