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[Verse [Moses Sumney]]
Our love was a weekend on the water
Silly me for thinking you would want me longer
My love found a home under the water
Glory be, 'tis the season for a slaughter
[Chorus]
Ghosts will never know what they want, there's no sorrow now
Where's it, our love mistake? Are you sorry right now?
If I had it all my way, I'd be with you right now
Haunted by a memory, yes I'm with you right now
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