Hannah

Luca Fogale

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All of this
Feels so temporary
Late afternoon

Driving across the prairies
What the hell are we doing
Spending every dollar we have?
With no time to slow down
And no guts to go back

But Hannah, Hannah, Hannah
I'm sorry about all of this
So give me just a minute
To sort out everything
And I will
I will

Know the freeway
Leaves much to be desired
And I'd trade a little colour
For all these telephone wires
There are things I want to show you
But I might not get the chance
So I could never blame you
For making other plans

And Hannah, Hannah, Hannah
I'm sorry about all of this
So give me just a minute
To sort out everything
And I will

And Hannah, Hannah, Hannah
I'm sorry about all of this
So give me just a minute
To sort out everything
And I will