Anchorless lyrics

They called here to tell me that you`re finally dying, through a veil of childish cries. Southern Manitoba prarire`s pulling at the pant-leg of your bad disguise. So why were you so anchorless? A boat abandoned in some backyard. Anchorless in the small town that you lived and died in. I`ve got an armchair from your family home. Got your P.G. Wodehouse novels and your telephone. I`ve got your plates and stainless steel. Got that way of never saying what you really feel. I don`t want to live and die here where we`re anchorless.
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