i'd walk away with a suitcase full of dreams
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my memories on cassette
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our window of opportunities remains
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painted shut as your ghost heads
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to california
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this head is heavy
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and this weight on my shoulders
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is more than i can bear
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cause if the morning sky arrives
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and the birds can't sing a song to make you stay
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wherever we go let this song
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reflect on all we've done
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how can you leave
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you leave without me
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and walk away from all we've done
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to california
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we grew up faster than you can say
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rock and roll dreams lead nowhere
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but if this is where you belong
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then enjoy your stay
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Waiting for Blue
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| The June Spirit |
