| When the Sun is low and twilight rolls through
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| Weepin' willows, widow’s singin' the blues
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| He’ll visit you as a falling star
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| When the twilight’s gone and midnight rolls through
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| Grandma singin', dipper winkin' at you
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| Don’t you forget ‘bout those fallen stars
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| That’s what we got told
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| Before we got old
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| When his wings broke
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| She didn’t eat til he got home with the stars
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| Traveling beyond the Milky Way
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| That’s what we got told
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| Before we got old
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| ‘Til her wings broke
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| Not gonna wait til she’s not home with the stars
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| I’d steal the Moon if you fly away
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| I’d steal the moon if you fly
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| Too far away, you know I
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| Can’t see the road without ya
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| Blackness around my torchlight
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| Bridgestone beneath the moonlight
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| Swingin' back and forth like
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| Your old chair when the wood be squeakin'
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| Your hood was leakin' Caddy juice on the front of the porch like
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| Four hunnid spokes, we goin' way back
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| Like dandruff underneath my wave cap
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| Like cabbage babies on a raised patch of daisies
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| Call me crazy
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| Cause I swear I hear your voice calling out my name every time I hear the wind
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| blow
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| So I’m paying attention
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| Left you a Diet Coke out on the ledge of my window
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| You was a quiet bloke
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| I’m reminded as I take a giant toke off of my Cabrini Green
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| Indirectly pointed me in a direction where a nigga could find a better me
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| With my mind in the constellations
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| See your face in my imagination
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| Interstellar dreams
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| When the Sun is low and twilight rolls through
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| Tire swingin', Willow singin' the blues
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| Under the canopy of the stars
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| When the twilight’s gone and midnight rolls through
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| Sparrow singin', Grandma winkin' at you
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| Never forget ‘bout those fallen stars
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| Yo' grammy called, you left the phone rangin'
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| You ain’t got no torch, boy I’m gon' flame ya
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| Empty bars in your hand, wearin' a long face
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| Lift up your chin and point your nose at the sky
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| When you see Lil' Ursa, know where you’re facin'
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| The right of your shoulder’s where the Sun raises
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| That Light of the Desert right in your face
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| Will show you who you are
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| If ever you’re lost, stand among the stars
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| That’s what we got told
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| Before we got old
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| When his wings broke
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| She didn’t eat til he got home with the stars
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| Sing me a song from the Milky Way
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| That’s what we got told
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| Before we got old
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| Til her wings broke
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| Not gonna wait til she’s not home with the stars
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| I’d steal the Moon if you fly away
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| When the Sun is low and twilight rolls through… |