Portsmouth Songtext
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Let's take the long way around, turn right here.
Go down this hill we can leave the car at Cathedral Park Pier.
Her parents used to live right over there.
I think they moved; I have no idea where.
Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.
See the gray-blue house with the picket fence,
Go down this hill we can leave the car at Cathedral Park Pier.
Her parents used to live right over there.
I think they moved; I have no idea where.
Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.
See the gray-blue house with the picket fence,
a half block up on the left off Portsmouth?
That was my tree when I was just a kid.
I buried toys in the yard; I'm sure they're still there.
Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.
Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.
You're not there.
You're not there.
Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.
Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands... consume the sound of you not there.
Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.
That was my tree when I was just a kid.
I buried toys in the yard; I'm sure they're still there.
Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.
Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.
You're not there.
You're not there.
Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.
Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands... consume the sound of you not there.
Now I need some kind of backup plan
to kill this time left on my hands...
consume the sound of you not there.
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