| Somerset (Wild Method Workshop Recording) |
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| I wrote a record to highlight you in song |
| By the time I was done, it was Fall |
| The trees have lost their leaves |
| They look like skeletons |
| With piles on the ground from all their broken limbs |
| The twenty minute drive felt more like twenty-four |
| And I can’t shake the feeling of Somerset anymore |
| Stayed up late to reevaluate the meanings |
| See where I went wrong |
| Pass the cemetery |
| Get on the highway right by your house |
| It’s the dead things that haunt me |
| And I just want to feel alive again |
