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The Type

from Bricks Of Ivanhoe by Laura Hopkins

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you said you wrote me letters
but i never found the lines
on my light side of the morning
would have been the time to read them
but the pages were white

and the days turned into evening
i filled up all my time
when you were only dreaming
i needed something to believe in
guess its mine to write

sobering Sundays
sobering phrase
love would be the chorus
if the bridge would just stay awake

you welcomed in the darkness
in the habits that you crave
well i felt i was a watch guard
in a constant prison break

and the days turned into evenings
i was harnessing the light
and theres answers in your letters
but i never saw the type
the type

reflecting in your Monday morning
days look all the same to me
and i wonder how you are now
that i left you with your walls down
i hope you're finally free.

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from Bricks Of Ivanhoe, released September 6, 2019

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