Cold Shoulder

Kettledrum

I left the house before noon
I walked towards you
Past the flowers in bloom

You laid down in the shade
You took your life
At the motor arcade

I put my arm on your shoulder
It felt like rock
And it just got colder

I stepped on the sticks and they cracked
You took your life
But I want it back

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