
Psalmix
Duration
4:28
Genre
pop
Quality
Hi-Fi
[VERSE 1]
Rain from my sleeves hits your floor
Chipped little tiles frame your door
Your crooked mat hides the spare key
Cold on my fingers, same old key
Faint cinnamon seeps through the wall
Soft little proof you kept it all
I never had doors saved for me
Lyrics for "Expected Back" by Psalmix • Values-aligned content
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