Denison Witmer - How to Be Alone Lyrics

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How to Be Alone

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What Are The Lyrics For How to Be Alone By Denison Witmer?
I'm not questioning the way I move
I left here for Wisconsin on a Sunday With practiced inability Together what comes close to me I always choose to leave Dreaming but indifferent at best I laid down in the kitchen With the pain across my chest Desire to be simplified The way your stoneholds heat at night There's nothing left to prove And this is how I learn to be alone Story of my life is yours to share A pendulum that swings Across so many things So I will always be first to leave I'm not questioning the things you do Go out all night with strangers on a Friday My practiced insecurity Put prison walls around you So I know you had to leave Proud and independent at your best You curled up with a novel And a sweater on your chest Desire to be rectified The footend of your bed replies, "There's space for you to move" And this is how you learn to be alone Story of your life is mine to share A pendulum that swings You lost so many things So you will always be the first to leave And this is how we learn to be alone The story of our lives is ours to share A pendulum that swings We love so many things So we will always be the first to leave We will always be the first to leave |
Who Wrote How to Be Alone By Denison Witmer?
Denison Stuart Witmer
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What's The Duration Of The How to Be Alone By Denison Witmer?The duration of How to Be Alone is 4:35 minutes and seconds. |
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