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Текст песни Dashboard Confessional - A Plain Morning
It's yet to be determined
That the air is thick
And my hope is feeling worn
I'm missing home
And I'm glad you're not
Apart of this
There's parts of me
That will be missed
And the phone is always
Dead to me
So I can't tell you
The temperature is dropping
And it feels like
It's colder than
It ought to be in March
And that's a day or two
Ahead of me
I'll be heading home
Into your arms again
And the people here are
Asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
It doesn't make it easier
To be away
I'd like to hop a plane
I'd see you in the morning
The day is fresh
I'm coming home again
But its far away you're waiting
It feels more like July
There's pillows in their cases
And one of those is mine
She wrote the words
"I Love You"
She sprayed it with perfume
It's better than the fire is
To heat the stony room
It's far away you're waiting
It feels more like July
It feels more like July
It's yet to be determined
That the air is thick
And my hope is feeling worn
I'm missing home
And I'm glad you're not
Apart of this
There's parts of me
That will be missed
And the phone is always
Dead to me
So I can't tell you
The temperature is dropping
And it feels like
It's colder than
It ought to be in March
And that's a day or two
Ahead of me
I'll be heading home
Into your arms again
And the people here are
Asking after you
It doesn't make it easier
It doesn't make it easier
To be away