feeling like a bomb shell but looking like disaster
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light it up and pray it won‘t go off in our faces
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memories of days gone out the back yard with my sisters
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the day they told me that the next door neighbor lives on chills
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lives on children
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gold is not the whole world till you’ve seen the moon at mid-day
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your typewriters dusty and your record player’s broken
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cleaning out the cob webs like the spring it is our savior
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winter was a nightmare but the sea it‘s warming to us
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I have found a place where we will never be found, come follow me there
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Santa ana freeway and I’m so sick of things falling out of the sky for me, out of the sky for me
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pull on back your blinds, just don’t think of this as some kind of catastrophe
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come follow me there, I have found a place where we will never be found
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come follow me there, there is no tomorrow so don’t play your cards close to your chest
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come follow me there, building all your bridges just don’t burn another bridge until it’s gone
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follow me there
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building bridges just to see you come and burn them to the ground
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I Have Found A Place
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| The Devoted Few |
