You give faith to deadly snakes Retain the need for names Now burn your books for me Confusion must end, jarred up sympathy I've been here, but you won
Übersetzung: Sebadoh. Entscheiden.
If I'd had any sense, would it come to grips? If I go on home, would I have stayed around so long? So I don't know, I don't know Pressing it to your
Übersetzung: Sebadoh. So Long.
