artist: Dan Mangan
album: Nice, Nice, Very Nice
track number: 12/12
year: 2009
The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner - pages 162-163
I was of two minds about survival anyway. I didn't want to die, I didn't want pain, but what was the point? Everyone else was dead. Deigo had been dead for days.
His name was right on my lips. I almost whispered it aloud. Instead, I gripped my skull with both hands and tried to think about something that wouldn't hurt.
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You decide to be alone
And, hell, it's cold enough to hibernate
So let it drift into the snow
It's where she chooses how to operate
Might be time to pack her in
Set the sails and just get hauled away
Maybe east or something
West was overrated anyway
The storm's coming down
These old walls are wearing thin
There's an ache to this town
And something's gotta give
If we're digging for gold
And coming up dry
Just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
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