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You Sir, Are Obviously Not A Golfer

from Small Hours by CLIFFDIVER

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I'm not scared of dying, I'm just scared of your dad. What a scary man
I drove by your apartment with my lights off again, I'm sorry bout that.

And I, watched for the door so closely
Swept your clothes off the floor each morning.
Now there's no sleeping where I lie tonight
Don't say goodbye don't say it.

I dropped you off in the middle of the street and drove away
My one working headlight leading the way
I got the text about the food you made, those fruit topped Belgian waffles were my favorite part of the day.

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from Small Hours, released October 3, 2018

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