I don't hear nothing but the sound of me breathing
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Maybe just a night-tap, cricket or the slide of a friendly wind
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And I don't feel nothing but the sand under my feet
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I'm leaving the straight-press for awhile
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I'm leaving the strain and the city lights
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Rosemary taught me the way
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To take it off and lay it down
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And leave all the fighters on the edge of town
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With their ringing cells and their slamming doors
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Just me and my sandals walking moons from more
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And life will rock you but you let it roll
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Cause I think all this thinking's rushing me old
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And here, the best I can do is dream of momma's casserole
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I grew up in a small town, soon as I could, I ran out
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Feeling might tight, top down and this dreaming needed some room
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But somewhere on the city clock, a dreaming girl forgot
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That sometimes, the pace of a rocking chair
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Is good to slow down, reminisce the air
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Rosemary taught me the way
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To take it off and lay it down
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Leave all the fighters on the edge of town
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With their ringing cells and their slamming doors
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Just me and my sandals walking moons from more
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And life will rock you but you let it roll
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Cause I think all this thinking's rushing me old
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And here, the best I can do is dream of momma's casserole
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Ain't nobody stepping me over
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Ain't nobody around, these days
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The height that's lifting me up
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Is mostly bringing me down
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I don't wish for a skyline
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If it's barely feeling like home
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Just a speck in this bowl
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Of people to throw the very same stone
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Rosemary taught me the way
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La la la, la, la la la la
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La la la, la
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Rosemary taught me the way
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To take it off and lay it down
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And leave all the fighters on the edge of town
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With their ringing cells and their slamming doors
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Just me and my sandals walking moons from more
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And life will rock you but you let it roll
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Cause I think all this thinking's rushing me old
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And here, the best I can do is dream of momma's casserole
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Rosemary taught me the way
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Rosemary
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Aslyn |