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Spontaneous Combustion (Lyric) by wilco Yesterdayâs future is tomorrowâs past
and they say the good times never last.
Theyâll kill those dreams
theyâve never seen
just to watch them burn away
from your soul like the days they say were a waste.
All my erstwhile friends and lovers
hide their heads beneath my cover.
They haunt my dreams,
reminding me,
that Iâm the one whoâs wrong.
I guess thatâs why I havenât called in years.
Believe that itâs better when we are small;
Thereâs not such a long way to fall.
On your knees, babe.
Genuflect, babe.
Itâs really not this bad.
Stay with me, Iâve been on the ground for years.
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