Songtexte
Dear
Hugh
Miller
I've
thought
it
through
for
a
while
but
it
doesn't
get
any
easier
And
three
months
on
in
this
bad
design
won't
make
it
feel
any
easier
Your
grave,
it's
your
grave
Dear
Hugh
Miller
It's
four
months
now
from
when
we
started
and
nothing
feels
much
easier.
I
sit
and
stare
in
a
cork
tiled
room
and
it
doesn't
get
much
easier.
Your
grave,
it's
your
grave
Pretend
it
works
a
while,
it's
transmitted
live
Pretend
it
works
a
while
(you
don't
try)
Pretend
it
works
a
while,
it's
transmitted
live
Pretend
it
works
a
while
(don't
try)
Dear
Hugh
Miller,
it's
four
months
now
from
when
we
started
and
nothing
feels
much
easier.
I
sit
and
stare
in
a
cork
tiled
room
and
it
doesn't
get
much
easier.
Your
grave,
it's
your
grave
Pretend
it
works
a
while,
it's
transmitted
live
Pretend
it
works
a
while
(you
don't
try)
Pretend
it
works
a
while,
it's
transmitted
live
Pretend
it
works
a
while
(don't
try)
Your
grave,
it's
your
grave
Pretend
it
works
a
while,
it's
transmitted
live
Pretend
it
works
a
while
(you
don't
try)
Pretend
it
works
a
while,
it's
transmitted
live
Pretend
it
works
a
while
(don't
try)
I
don't
care
if
I
don't
have
an
idea
track,
it's
an
idea
track,
it's
an
idea
I
don't
care
if
I
don't
have
an
idea
track,
it's
an
idea
track,
it's
an
idea
Your
grave,
it's
your
grave.
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