e' Tell me we gotta get used to this.

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H h h hush

Monday, March 09, 2009, 11:00 AM

hush - automatic loveletter

Song: Hush
Band: Automatic Love Letter

This is as quiet as it gets
hush down now
go to sleep
we were once perfect me and you
will never leave this room

H H H Hush
you color my eyes red
your loves not live its dead
this letters written itself inside out again
when rivers turn to roads and lovers become trends
This is where it ends

This is the calming before the storm
this absolution is always incomplete
its always bittersweet

I wont make a sound so you don't wake
don't wake don't wake you don't wake you don't wake

H H H Hush this is where it ends
This is where it ends

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