shotgun alleys with lightning flowers
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under the eyes of fallen statues
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dry blood they've never seen
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pain is sharper when i suspecy
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that true love runs looking for us
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like a lion in our dreams
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the strawberry road
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where the dream fades
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is down between our longing and desire
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the strawberry road
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there our hearts break into love
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you censor longing and organize beauty
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because you're afraid
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you want it more than oxygen or light
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you can't get there with your morals
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or without love
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lie down with me
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the rules aren't always right
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call it romance or nostalgia
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this hunder behind our memories
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we've buried it in code
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the things we've wanted
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when we get them are never enough
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never what they seem
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but they lead us to the road
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Strawberry Road
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| Sam Phillips |
