LYRIC

I'm lost and the see-through
Pane always needs a bath
Between a want and a need to
Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path
My country was of thee
Now why'd you have to leave
How'd this come to have to pass
Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path
Mark my path
Mark my path down

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