
Psalmix
Duration
0:00
Genre
dream-pop
Quality
Hi-Fi
[Intro]
Same worn course, same empty tee,
folding my scorecard under the same gray stone.
[Verse]
Every Saturday you'd call the shot before I threw,
said my backhand curved like it was scared of straight.
You never once let me win a hole clean through,
kept score in pencil so we could debate.
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