YDL_050 - deadlock
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you can’t voice the thought aloud
it reached a deadlock in your mouth
you couldn’t seem to pin it down
you couldn’t seem to pin it down
years retreating now
turn the drop-lock to your house
you didn’t want to make a sound
you didn’t want to make a sound
headlights through the dusk
pass the place where you grew up
things you couldn’t bear to be without
things you couldn’t bear to be without
orchard branches brown
and the leaves lay on the ground
you were dreaming of a mountain track
but you’re living on a cul-de-sac
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