LYRIC
And I can tell a hunter's gun, from a glimmer in the brush [Verse 1] You watch TV while I see us growing old
And I can tell a [creaseless fold?] From a wrinkle in the mold [Bridge] Who, who, who… [Verse 2] I was struggling, I was looking for a time
Yeah, I can tell a sickly vine, from the smoothest glass of wine [Chorus] Don't come near me, I don't wanna see your face
I can tell a hunter's gaze, In the way you say my name
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