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If I were to sell you a lie Then I saw it coming from a mile 'Cross the border; when you're gone I only pray for snow Empty as hard as I try Flip through the photos to remind Where we could have bent the course Now nowhere left to go Six month and still countin' on The wing of the swallow in the night Keeps me up until I'm sure I hear you from across the room Split 'tween my lover and I And we've got a funny way of lyin' 'Bout the empty in our home The quickest way to feel alone Dipper watch me dig a deeper hole Dipper don't you see the crater grow